My whole body is singing at the thought of yours.
The moon may be a sliver of itself or full again,
The stars could be fierce points of light or a smudged scattering.
The rain might have ceased or still be falling on the rooftops,
With the tender welcomeness of kisses.
I neither know nor care.
They are further from me than you are,
With the soft sounds in your voice and the feel of your words murmuring against me.
I only have to close my eyes to conjure you.
This is a human magic,
That the road between our beings
Is mine to walk,
Whenever I wish