We undo our top buttons

We undo our top buttons

on pants not meant for this;

dinner was too good

not to undo

the buttons

of our

pants.

 

A shooting star this dark night

A shooting star this dark night

has taken up her place

among the sky gods.

She jealously

separates

night from

day.

 

Night love

Your breasts, so full in this light

beckon me toward you.

The porch light’s burn low;

but our passions

cauterize

the damp

dark.

 

Afterward

This morning you look at me

and the night before laughs

at our warm, tired limbs;

our happy souls

and bodies

soft from

love.

 

Goodnight to this night

We bid goodnight to this night

and all she had to share.

The porch chairs, still warm,

hold stories told

tonight, for

you and

me.