Night-witnessed.
Your face – smooth, rough, glad; stars
in your hair – short, spiked, sweet-
smelling as your hands – long, swift, graceful
warm, your embrace, your circumstances
your contradictions, my reasons, my truths
my buttons, your switches, your collections
of stars, mine of moonlight, here in this
darkness, this room, your bed, soft, wrapped
surrounded – by all that we have lost to each other.
Lost. Given. Taken. Received.
Presented. Offered. Shared. Cherished.
We could be wound and salve, sky and sea,
lines in poetry. Two of anything in
romantic proximity. Yes, we are, that’s it -
you and me. Us. Now.
