certain evenings…

when the stars are diamonds
piercing the heavens
you ask me
do you want to go outside?
and because i always do
want to go outside
with you

we go
and we watch
the moon gather the clouds
in the sky
and stretch them out
into wisps of airy cotton

and we watch
night deliver herself
as a lady
to a secret lover
softly… slowly…
a little at a time

and we smile to ourselves
because it is sweet to smile

and we laugh together
because it is good to laugh

but though our laughter
smites the velvet night
and april, like balm,
lays upon our thirsty skin

yours are the tranquil arms of intimacy
mine are the restless eyes of solitude