I flew but not with the urgency

of old. The night air hung calmly

on everything,

in everything, and I drove

through it.


She pulled open the door, the cat

ran in;            moonlight

flowed in its wake, hitting her black nightdress,

caressing her with

celestial light,

in a way I never could. I stepped


and my arms enveloped

her. It felt like an age

since I last held her

that way:

so close,

so desirous,

so beautiful.