there is a cold wind
rising at midnight,
and here I am
on this furtive pavement of love,
haunting the night for you.

for months, the wine
spilled upon your lips
was sweet against mine,
and I am now yearning to taste.

I think I saw our night
yesterday morning by the curb;
I know the touch of your arms,
but the sun was rising,
and I was a cold creature
prancing on the road,
hiding among cloak of darkness.

I was afraid
you would forget me,
like the words you forget
when you read,
or the clock you forget
when you glance at it
to check the time.

your face contains for me
an entire dream, a sea full of secrets,
that I long to drink.

among this assembly of feelings,
i think of the centuries
i’ve spent waiting for you
in that bed, with pain,
of love, hatred, & remorse.