Alte #16: Hot and Cold

Helen Engelhardt

YOU CAME TO ME

in the middle of the night.

May I bring you water

May I lie down

Beside you?

This August night

holds its breath

shawls of heat

stir in the darkness.

Your hand finds

my breast, your mouth

my mouth opening

drinks your kisses.

Wherever you kiss

me kneel 

by my side  

lower your head

kiss me there

kiss me everywhere

until the grey light

distinguishes you

from me and we see

our faces.

Now it begins.