That One Night
  by Lauren Camp

That one night
the moon turned purple
then faded to persimmon
in a back alley
while they traded rings of cold air.

That one night he was her suitor.
She befriended the goddesses
and warlords of the dark
and took his hand.

The night was filled
with her mother or it was a dusty wind
that she kept grabbing for.

That one night she understood
the chart of elements,
cold was bathed in sustenance,
stones told stories to inner walls,
crooned again because they needed it.

That one night the moon became full,
the sky stood by, a cloudy tangle,
trickling rich secrets down
in the guise of sweet white
disappearing flakes.

She unraveled
that one night.