Against the Cold Night

The cold, the night, November's dark embrace,
Your touch — a sudden, softly blazing spark.
The sweet madness of your tender lips...
I beg of time: stand still, unmake eclipse,
Away from world, in our small tower.

You crashed into my life with smiling grace,
A radiant light upon my shadowed face.
Gaze met gaze, I stood no chance that day —
No strength, no will could keep your heart away.


The globe won't stop, the rivers won't reroute,
Yet still I whisper: time, don't turn about.
Let me hold this woman, fierce and true,
With all the strength my mortal arms can do.


That moment paused, then lingered, growing near,
A breath between the ticking of the sphere.
From "yours" and "mine," our "us" began to bloom,
A common life from separate rooms.


The world still spins, indifferent to our plea,
But in this turning world, wild, coarse, and free,
I cling to you with unrelenting force,
Against the cold, the silence, and the night..