clavicola:

thesevespers:

We do not say, “Goodnight.”
We do not say, “You are my beloved.”
We kiss one another into the night, until
the sweet drowse of half-dreaming,
half-waking,
life is with us, and then,
in the night, amid our bodies,
and our silence, we understand
what the other is saying.

This is a beautiful poem. Beautiful and true.