The Goodnight Man.
Man of the night - I love
the soft sweet parting
of your lips that signify
the passion of the
kiss you left behind -
the one you hide -
Man of the night, I
love the register of
the glance & the eyes
held captive for great
lengths as you stare
at me from behind
your dark rimmed
lenses.
I wonder at the time
the space between us
& our thoughts as
we sit there locked
together on this suddenly moon-scaped planet,
that rocking sensation of my senses -
pouting, breathing
wavering in your
ozone layer the
breeze becomes full
& I the wind, falter
wave along like a ghost
in the glance that
has lingered - so strongly in your
enduring desire.
What am I now?
A Star in the Universe
so ungrounded & held in a delicious light -
daylight in night as the
moonstruck with the fire
of your gentle moment
with me -
all that i have in a
day & then gone like a flame -
a sort of liberty to
decide how to
remember?...........
so that you might stay
a little while longer &
rest in my arms to
rock & become
younger.
Man of hungerful sight that misses every single night with me,
yet has every one in every day.

Photo - Terry J.Johnson