although ’twas very late when someone took
the truth and dared to touch what untouched
belonged only to another
o teeth and flash
once skinflint sun fingered
the summer flesh of the unfamiliar
thigh wellmet thigh and sigh
sent sigh searching for what yet could be
uncovered: (o to die into this life
this light)
the truth took time
night never fell and now and still
the willow cleanly crying in the window
that refused the lullaby abides
unmet unsatisfied stay
atop the white white covers
more and so much (endless) light by which to see
your lover