When the night loves,
I am not coddled among blankets
or underneath a stitched skin that
is twitching
with fifty degree breaths...
I am within the night,
wrapped behind the wheel
with freedom as my music ,
looking at the world
through glass that has a few
smudges but is overall
just fine.
And I think words.
No, they aren't just words or
phrases, they are ideas, whole
beings that are born when I
am held by the twilight-
the blue has gotten to me, darling.
And I think of you again, if it will be
on a night like this where I meet my
[first] love, and promise you
daylight,
