when the night in truth sets in there
is a certain time beyond time when not
much matters
and the darkness here and there pierced
with a white star,
now with the dime sized white moon
is lit with orange and purpled by street
lights
now in this wild time
when all the old rules go
we are floating on something new and nightly
and the troubles baked into us by day don't matter
and the freedom of tomorrow carries you
and me on this bed
on this car of hope and desire--and never was
there true desire without hope--
we are fired to love and give and take and love
and make our toes curl
and here are you
with the most earthly scents of your deepest places
upon me, holding you
caressing you
in tender fingers like the rails of infant cradles
able to to keep my baby from
dropping out tonight