Oddlands Magazine: Night Life by David C. Kopaska-Merkel
This is our mystery:
we lie together, hands intertwined;
I wake before you from a dream
in which death found you.
Grief tightens my heart
for a breathless eon, until
life stirs you with its pang.
Each dusk finds me unready for
your resurgent love;
the shock of joy
propels me from our bed,
I feel life burst around me,
the moon beams down
and you leap into my arms.
We embrace each night as if
this time will be our last,
the stars, the night breeze in your hair
conspire in sweet sorcery.
My hunger overwhelms;
hours pass as I explore anew
your sweet terrain.
Drawn by light and sound
we drift to the city’s flickering throng,
which stares dumbly until you smile,
and food and drink are brought to us.
Sometimes there’s dancing,
wild music, talk, and silence.
We stay until the sky pales,
then seek our hillside beds,
to dream we’ll wake again.
