Night
Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 9:55 am
NightNeighbors wave when they see me washin’ our old carOr my wife in her workgloves clippin’ roses in the yardWe’re just a quiet couple Saturday afternoonBut they don’t know us when daylight melts intoNight…when our passion shines and shadows come out to playCandles dance and flicker near where our desires layAnd red moons remind us that life is a CabernetSalty skin, sweet as sinLove is a room where fire bloomsAnd she lets me inLike any story our love has two sidesOne belongs to the day and one belongs to the nightWe’re invited to a cookout Sunday after churchI burn the steaks while thinkin’ of the thong beneath her skirtPreacher caught us in a kiss behind his CadillacWe’d hafta change our church if he knew what happened atNight…when the passion we have now becomes ours to shareOur tangos don’t cut the rug because we dance on airMakin’ love like we’re still single is our affairSalty skin, sweet as sinLove is a room where hunger bloomsAnd she lets me inLike any story our love has two sidesOne belongs to day and one belongs to night©2007 Robert George