through a rain-speckled spring night
just a soothing sound wave echoed on a zephyr,
we listen to the rhythmic trajectory
of a Viking longship in the sky.
We are sheltered by a makeshift yurt,
fingers encircling fingers,
cheek nuzzling cheek,
discerning the dark deliciousness
of a pre-dawn world of whispers,
stamping it with bewitching brotherhood
if not of bodies, then of intentions,
of utopian pursuits
and sensory sensuality,
collecting bibelots of peculiarity
the way Loki amasses mistletoe.
Adrian Slonaker lives and works as a copy editor in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, with interests that include vegetarian cooking, Slavic languages, Victorian horror fiction, wrestling, and 1960s pop music. Adrian’s work has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, CC&D, Dodging the Rain, and Three Line Poetry, with publication in Ginosko Literary Journal and Eunoia Review forthcoming.