Gloom

(It happens sometimes)

the shadow arms 
of trees twine 
this moon skull
finger tight

my bones
impress contours
like my measured length

between two 
unforgiving sheets
purple as sleep

meanwhile 
behind my eyelids:
rippled water and
the bent chaos
of refracted light

I inhale now
the scent
of candles’ breezy death

this world of wax
settled and gone cold
with colours set to dim