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.