I took with me to bed last night
the moon
thigh touching thigh
his luminous cheek on mine
lips unmoving
our faces conversed
in the dark
the mist of his breath
in my dreaming ear
my fingers asleep on his neck
his cold hair covered my eyes
while the body made round mine
a liquid fortress
a sheep cried in the night
a racoon stirred
and several times I woke
to make sure he was really there
but some time in the night
a disappearing love
he drew the quilt around me
and transient
stole away
Nina Winter, August 1973
