Tonight

I’m going to be in love tonight
under this hidden moon
in this welcome season
just tonight
as this house creaks like
seventy year old bones,
as murders grow in awful hands,
as no one sets foot on
this same carpet.

I’m going to kiss warm lips tonight
of a living man
who breathes cold opinion
and holds me in his eyes,
who clears distance from hollow
rooms,
who says nothing,
who lays unknowingly, tonight, beside me
with no one around to overhear us.

I am going to make love tonight
to a suspect of betrayal,
to my heart’s gravity,
to a memory that has been
soaking in the fall.

Listen. It is perfectly safe.
Look around.
No one is near. It has been years
since I fell asleep with
my skin underneath him, falling,
falling in to some
confession, and tonight
I will not hear a sliver of his voice
and he will not know
that tonight’s moon will
cover up his absence,
for me.

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22 thoughts on “Tonight

  1. Beautifully done. Many gems in this piece like ‘as the house creaks like
    seventy year old bones’ which conjures up this image of an old-old house and ‘I’m going to be in love tonight
    under this hidden moon
    in this welcome season
    just tonight’ waxes and then wanes in intensity and then back again, like a pendulum. Loved that expression.

  2. Nice.
    “to a memory that has been soaking in the fall”
    Very nice.
    I also like the way that “tonight” is a hyperlink on my reader to…nowhere, (and just as well, for what could that possibly link to?), but that this accents “tonight” in a wonderful way.
    T

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