The night around me breathes you,
Choking my throat with lonely thoughts;
The cityscape has the sparks of your eyes,
Blinding me with longing memories.

I wish the wind drags your caress here
So I might paint my whole body with it,
So it might lock me in its deadly jaws,
So you might kiss my wayward crown.

But you float like a golden feather
And my arm can only reach too far—
I howl into the good night
Though I know I’m a twilight late.