His Nightwork

By morning, his amber hand reaches across the charcoal table—each fingertip a clove tracing the canyon of my veins, filling my yawns with riverwater, carrying his medicinal scent. Until I am this city itself, and the Rhine rushes through me, threading my veins with silver, flooding each cell with liquid light.

David Hanlon is a poet from Cardiff, Wales. His work has appeared in numerous journals and magazines, including Rust & Moth, Anthropocene, and trampset. His debut full-length collection, Dawn’s Incision, was published by Icefloe Press. You can follow him on Twitter (@davidhanlon13) and Instagram (@hanlon6944).

A Song for David