I want to feel the cool damp caress of night on my skin–

the density.


I want to feel the intimacy created in the absence of light–

the hush.


I want to breathe the darkness of earth–

the intoxication.


I want to drink the medicine of night–

the renewal.


I want to linger in tree-shadow with you,

then bathe our flesh in moonlight–

the fantasy.


I want to lay under the cosmic sea,

as you name the stars–

the communion.


I want to know we exist

outside of my dreams–

the fruition.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s