Icelandic Horses by Mark Lukoyanichev

of heaven & hell, of love.

Surrounded by the two am funk
of morning meets night,
the cloak of darkness torn by stars
to shed much needed light on the 
deep humming from throats 
and finger picking of low notes
on string instruments. 
Music rises - bows before
taking the persuasive hand 
of the swishing wind to dance 
in waltzes, in tangos, in mambas 
before eventually succumbing 
to the moshpit of need 
for bodies to slam together. 
The seductive melody of flirtation 
as harmonica meets lips 
to introduce the steady blues 
into the trichotomy of a windswept tryst.

It is a good night when heaven & hell
make love, alike.