Midnight Owls
The horror in being alive has diminished for the time being...
Tonight I step into the cool lagoon of nighttime and shadow
With a heart that shares my home...
Her eyes are veiled so I cannot see the underside,
And how they slip around beneath the lids
Like the webbed back feet of frogs
Draped upon slippery stones
Partially submerged in water...
We feel each other though, through the many
Closed doors,
Living as one heart
That glows like the lightning bugs
That bounce around our
Huddled bodies
As we sit here in a neat spot underneath a tree
Somewhere in the park at night...
The grass is glistening with dew...
The darkness makes it shimmer, and stick out
Like precious diamonds...
Her lips part slowly, and her eyes gaze into mine...
A sloping hill to the left can be seen in the distance;
Above the hill are the passing cars
Occasionally pouring their gigantic pools of
Luminous headlights over our heads
As we embrace, and kiss,
Sharing the living heartbeat of the eternal night...
Passing it around from body to body
As our tongues lock and unlock,
And our hands brush against our softly stirring flesh...
We are making love, though both of us are dressed
In the marina of the night...
The safe harbor of a touch
Done with spontaneity and risk...
In the middle of our bliss
While the midnight owls
Study us with interest...
7/1/24
Bunny Villaire