I have seen her move naked
Through the semi-darkness
Like a sphere of pale light
That wandered off out of a streetlamp
And got lost on the way to a dream
In which we were coming home
From the end of everything that wasn’t this
To rest in a bent circle
Made of arms and whispers
I have seen her kneel
And crawl above me
A cavern of heat around her body
That follows her like a shadow
Hair falling around our faces
Enclosing us in a silence
That comes down into our bodies
While the night sings across our skin
Like a river of gone breath
This quiet song of desire
