These nights
When we are just
So blessed, caught up in the
Carousel, twisting flesh on flesh
Careless lurid gleam of
Burning, wanting
These nights;
Never end
Flow like moonlight
So blessed, caught up in the
Electric of skin alighted
Trusting fervid touching
Eyes to the sky;
These nights
Are lost
Far too quickly
To the harsh prison of
The day, breaking cruel across skies,
Always lose their lustre
When touched by light
Of dawn.