At midnight, today slides comfortably into yesterday.
Our bodies come together, and begin the long dance
That they now know by heart.
Slow at first, then faster; it is over all too soon.
We smile, kiss, and wait for sleep to take us to tomorrow.

At 4 a.m., I am suddenly awake.
A storm is throwing itself at the window.
I imagine the heavens weeping, and the air sighing,
At the passing of pleasure.
I shiver, and the moon whispers:
"This is how you would feel, were you ever to lose her".