In the friendly dark,I wheel
as a bird checks in flight
to glide down streams
and planes of slanting air
so I turn,worn by work
and the dull teeth of care
to find your face,your throat
and the soft dark of your hair;
flesh lies snugged in sheets
the brain,wrapped close in folds
of the still-blanketing night,
awaits the easy balm of dreams,
but my heart soars nd wheels
hurtling through the friendly dark
to find your mouth and your heart
and nest quietly there
