at night
you seem to come
to me
through the warmth
& the quiet dark
between
the narrow slit
of the moon
& the cold champagne
that rests glassed within my
fingertips

I've seen you too often
in the day
& there aren't many words
as we burn
underneath our angry
sun

you look your most
handsome
when you dress in
black
& I would never dare
turn my back
upon you




even if I promised
my own heart



that
you weren't worth the
wait