daylight is
all that i see
it is;
it is the curtains lit
from behind, by the
sunlight, bright
in my eye and in yours, too
bright between the palms of
our hands, and
it is the way everything is sharp
and the way i can consciously inhale and
the way i can
think, clearer.
clear as ice water in
your throat, clearer,
even,
clearer even than that peal of cold.

nighttime is
all that i feel
it is;
it is all i can discern
just by the searching, the pressing
of my fingertips, to
the shapes of what is
around me;
it is the way i feel
the beat, the baseline and rhythm
the syncopation of
your heart;
and it is the way i can be and
the way you are
here, nearer.
when you're a silhouette,
i can see you,
clearer.