I awake with you in the moonlight, your hands

draped across the pillow in a cool caress, my body splayed wantonly

in the depths of the covers

while the darkness sings us to sleep—

And every night

your cornucopia eyes drink in the splendor of my waist; 

wanting more than to sip the sinful seduction

that lies behind my eye-line and into my heart.

A heart that is forever cold. 

We are intoxicated—

drunk by the heavy liquor

of the night-time symphony sung under cover.

And for one moment

time is suspended,

the soaring of harmonies embellished by the soft lips on my brow

and the murmurs in the shell of my ear

bringing my heart to full climax

and I am settled.

I awake alone in the darkness, my naked hands feeling

the subtleties of your absence—

an absence which reeks of

hungover fantasies and pipedreams

that together we so carelessly explored.

Clumsily I dress myself, embarrassed by the light

mocking my attempts to eschew its brash judgment.

The symphony’s sirens come to a close as dawn draws the

reality of your absence back into my heart,

where it shall remain there forever, drunken

by its own unrequited passions.