Desultory

and if i were to whisper
sweet nightings into your
delicate ear
would it be better
then the light shining in
an otherwise dark sky
upon your soft skin
beauty beyond recognition
in the heat of the fire
we come together shattered
as if made of glass
as if fragile were this love
ice dousing through the heat
a shiver of yesterday's thoughts
enwrapped in the silken
moments enclosed in
rapture of a time told
mystery of the most
undescribable...
would a sweet nothing
meaningless
whisper be better?

September 10, 2000