Final touches done to
last night's poem,
I watch as white starlight
fills the window and,
the moon sheds its clothes.

Now in dreams reverie -
you reach for me as
night's soft breath stirs.
Your face above mine,
we struggle for release.

I see shadows of dawn
slide from heaven's rim;
clouds, kissing and cuddling,
matching our concave -
convex harmonies.

Walking at dusk now;
a white winter's kiss is
pressed on tender lips -
A twilight's chill comes on,
you place another log on the fire.

Our intimacies seen
stripped naked.
I'm held spellbound
by this magic.