shuttered lights from the cafe
window illuminate only
your eyes.

middle of the night,
the moonlight shifts your
dark hair
to silver.

hands too close to the
fire, turning your
skin translucent, green-blue
veins visible.

walking too far ahead of me,
feet safe in the darkness,
the space between us growing, and
glowing with starlight.

lamplight from the streets
chooses it's spotlight
on your fingers intertwined with
another's, your bodies in the
dark parts of the bed
we used to lie