POTN 5

POETRY  |  FICTION

My Love Comes Dressed Only in Eternity

by Charlee Jacob, art by Bridget McCoy

He trails all of his centuries with him.
See how they hang their shadow histories
over his shoulders,
dragging umbra at his heels
like a timeless cloak?
It hurts to sleep with his past
but the pain is as sweet
as it is dark,
aching gently with the lash from a treasured whip,
the pressure of the silken bond,
and the piercing from his deep, sharp kiss.