Our suite for the night has smooth dark furnishings
a large fireplace and candles that
light up mirrors above the bed
There is a young woman nearby,
she is swaying to Latin dance music
satin hips moving left to right as the wind blows tree limbs
While I sit at a table
putting letters onto a small wooden ledge
one at a time
clumsy Inkstained fingers.
touch (now) with a suddenly unsaid
gesture lightly my eyes? And send life out of me and the night
absolutely into me . . . .