The

quietest

of

night

bathes

us

in

dark

silence

rustling

sheets

herald

closeness

humid

breath

breaches

distance

warm

arms

encircle

me

dawns

light

breaks

like

small

waves

of

day

No

war

was

ever

won

without

retreat

pull

back

regroup

take

aim

before

you

surrender

Having

chocolate

morsel

eyes

set in

pecan

lids

cliffs

of

cheekbone

toothy

smile

raucous

laugh

sofa

laying

smiling

as

I

paint

him

with

words

and

his

cinnamon

skin

Twilight

moon’s

hi-lights

drift

atop

linen

and

torsos

dark

blond

hair

bathe

in

moon

glow

all

is

silent

except

one

lonely

cricket

chirping

our

nocturne

Smiling

I

laugh

laughing

with

you

intimate

moments

when

a

world

spies

on

us

trying

to

understand

our

ages

often

confusing

the

decades

difference

as

desire

instead

of

curious

wisdom