The Night is Thick With You

a poem on lusting

The night is thick with you.
The air is a cigarette, it intoxicates
My senses.
I carry it deep in my lungs and breathe it
Out
In thick, smoky rings.

Walking downtown, I hear nothing
But you.
A guitar strikes chords from a bar,
A whiskey drenched singer cries out
in rapturous masochism, his song
Carries itself into the street
Stagnant in its droll.

The night is thick with you;
Two lovers on a park bench, they
Reek of you.
Their kisses form a union of passion, fiery
Red under a streetlight from heaven.
They kiss, but I am thick with the night of you.

How I wander in your night,
Your sweet, slumbering eventide.
It pulls out and grabs me, pulls me.
I feel your arms about me in the air,
Sheets tossing and turning and
How the night is thick with you.