Midnight we met expectant under
a full moon light risen sky high
above the trees in the stillness
of divinity where only the gods sigh.
Here you stayed with me as night lover
quiet and tender, eye to eye, existing
in presence with presence and together
alone with the flickering witness of stars.
And we drank in the mist of evening
spread low across the moon-lit trees
with the sound of breath slow and even
the only disturbance in the universe.
Soft skin on skin we had beneath the
the blanket of cold darkness wrapped
tight in this deathly time of night when
half the world’s asleep, except Thou and I.