I search at midnight
Your face, once a marble mask
mobile, uncertain

A body, embraced
by shadows and myself
panes lit by moonlight

And meeting your palms
your touches gentler than
a falling silk shawl

All the spans of time
stretch out to eternity
instantaneous

Hands reaching over
and dozens of surfaces
tesselate softly

For a while, I think
the meaning of life is this
and then so it is

Is wanting you all?
I wish I were your habit
Wanting together

Leaving by lamplight
Your spirit a firefly
I’ve kept in a jar

Uncertain future
suspended in brief moments
of today’s meeting