Arriving late after midnight, the overwhelming
roaring silence resounds at each creaking stair.
I ascend the landing darkness, the bedroom door
pushed closed. I enter, catlike, indisposed to
awaken my love. The moonlight filters
through
slatted blinds shining its iridescence on the bed.
I approach, the figure turns, half covered by a sheet,
and reveals the swelling shape of hip and breast.
She awakens, arms outstretched. Moments later,
limbs entwined and the overwhelming intoxicating
warmth of her nakedness, exploring, searching,
clinging, then stillness soft whispers and silent tender
communion. Can there be any greater bliss than this?
