Night, a sky pinpricked with stars,
like embers, burning still in the electric
orange of the city lights.
The warm joy of jasmine
embraces the garden.
Petals are curled, ready for sleep.
All is still, but for the distant hum of the cars,
the clock on the stairs
and the coughing fox.
JP Seabright is a queer writer living in London. Their work can be found in Babel Tower Notice Board, Fugitives & Futurists, Full House, Untitled Voices and elsewhere. Occasionally they can be found hanging out on Twitter (@errormessage) and blogging about music.