~ while she’s looking for her words ~

I keep nothing of you but the impression

my words take by pressing close

around your body in the darkness. That is

the agreement – you turn up suddenly. I

am not startled. You are generous.

I don’t expect it. In the unknown, we befriend,

in the rain wiping vision from the windshield, rain leaking

through metal, finding every entrance. Like night

wind, when the moon is half full, I might

hear your thoughts at the window – just the cadence,

no meaning – at some distance,

in the trees, coming and going – or at dawn,

the light of spring leaves after a storm, finding

my skin through clouds, eyes skimming over

windows, leaving, coming loose. Perhaps we both

smile as again we are alone, as the day continues.