I am the moonlight
That slips through
Unguarded windows;
Resting weightless hands
Across your sleeping skin.
Lines of perfect form
And curvature explored
Unaware, unannounced,
By tender filaments
Of illuminated air.
I dare not reach your eyes
In fear that I must retreat
Upon discovery
Of my curious event.
I use the dark,
And its silence
To foster my
Desired anonymity.
By morning’s light,
You will not notice,
The etchings of love
I have drawn upon you;
Yet, I believe that
In the warmth
You will come to know
That I’m here
With you
Every
Night.