On the Night

Come visit me on the night,

your frozen image dressed to the hilt and

gliding effortlessly through the auspices

of my eager imagination

I will tuck words for you

into the corners of my mind

and hear them gently spoken as echoes of the day

set out on heartfelt wanderings through the dark

I will embrace your every nuance

as I have conjured it, both willfully and not,

and then feel you slip past all conscious desires into

a place reserved for only those things closest to the soul

Real or not, I will whisper into the tender, folding,

inner reaches of your ear, I will whisper each syllable

of your name, kiss them. and then roll over,

easing into the gentle, rolling tenderness of sleep.