Bathed in moonlight.
He rises on my side of the room
all shadow and shimmer
and I possess the temerity
to claim him.
To call him
But if he is ascribed with lunacy,
I am but a mere human.
A human in the cool pocket of his embrace.
He looks down at me
through the gauzy, willowy blinds
with his pale unadorned intensity.
I beg you,
how can I resist?