not night


and we danced in that room
to that song but not that night
twas day and we both know
there was no twilight

no moon to struck
just me and you
broad was day
my room slight

this I write to you
a record of what happened
what led us to where we are now
past present intensity

at least that be my hope
another dance
another not night

but until then
we be mere poetry
missing
waiting
thinking
at least I am
about that not night

when I held you closely
motioning us onward
making a memory
of a not night

Authors Note: for leanna