122--A Night Still Young

The night is still young (and incendiary) in Lee Ka-sing's photograph.  In my poem, A Palm Quickens, the night is moving along rapidly, is indeed hectic with consummation:

A Palm Quickens

she falls back
onto her bed
in a drift of sugar

he stays as vertical
as a candle flame

she has one marble foot
on the sudden floor

both are astonished
at his being
permitted to see her
in this solitude

shiny as a fish
he drinks
just as the water
is running away

she inhales
ocean air
her palm quickens