I was in my room
laying quietly
in the dark,
waiting for sleep
to come
when I heard
him crying in the street;
I went out
in my nightgown
and stood,
as still as I could,
in a patch of light
in the yard;
he came by again
and stopped
and we beheld
one another silently
for a long time;
then I went to him
and touched him
on the arm;
he followed me in
and without a word
took off his clothes
and climbed
into my bed;
we touched, tentatively
and stared into
each other’s eyes;
the streetlight
coming in the window
made his features
gaunt, and loneliness
shared the room with us;
after we made love,
he dressed and went out
the door, silent still;
I went to the window
and watched him walk away
crying again,
louder now.