The night, my lover
patient, discreet, thoughtful
I await his footsteps each sundown
With a sprig of green words
We waste no time in inanities
But lie in each others arms
Tell each other stories
Ask and answer questions
Make up and solve riddles
He reveals worlds
I never knew existed
Introduces people I almost forget
Brings me snatches of childhood song
Sometimes he surprises me
With the whisper of rain,
The smell of wet earth
He streaks my body with lightning
As thunder growls in his throat
And when we lie, all passion spent
The window panes lighten, birds begin to sing
He slips away, gathering armfuls of shadows
I await his footsteps each sundown
With a sprig of green words
The night, my lover.