Sometimes in the middle of the night I am in love with you
but you are sleeping
raindrops paddle in the mud puddle outside our window
where the soil runs downhill
I meant to brace it up with stone from the old chimney crumbles
I meant to grow pole tomatoes to glow in the morning sun
I meant to love you in the daylight but the sun's glare
once it has crossed the mountain, is too bright and puts us
to a disadvantage.
The navigations of night are behind us.
At dawn I will ease your stomach with peppermint.
At dawn I will drop perfume on your pillow so that you believe
I am still with you.
Some days it is so important that you find me.
Some days you are a silhouette with the world behind you
and I watch your outline glow
I believe with the right gestures I might run to you
I believe Autumn will drop bright leaves of directions
I will swirl them slowly in the bottom of your cup like tea leaves
I will read a fortune that will bring our heads together over the cup
Sometimes in the middle of the night I am in love with you.