When the curtains of night fall
Over the sky, you join me
Beneath the covers. Your hair,
A feathery, blond down, drapes
Over my shoulder, and your gossamer touch
Slips across my skin as a shadow
Shifts across the floor. When I shut
My eyes, you speak to me in a coo.
Scents of heather and rose hip
Billow from your lips, and your kiss
Is sweet as memory. Before long, I drift
Into midnight lands, where specters stretch
Across the horizon. Cold and searching,
Their fingers enfold me while thunder
Cracks the earth. But I fear nothing, for you linger
Ever in my head and my heart.
He Who Wanders 