adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, February 13, 2005

TONIGHT

Tonight, we will wear
our love and nothing more.
Let tomorrow bring
its fashions, it colors;
the sun loves all new things.
But tonight, I am clothed
in you and you in me.

Tonight, I must love you.
It is the time for us;
later, we may read the sky
and find new essence
in our stars. They have shone
us the way here. Might they
not whisper to what end, tonight?

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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