Last Moments

“Closer” you say, from less Than six inches away, the end Of the weary, long day, at last At rest. The best rare moments, we talk This way, with heads on pillows, face Each other. Face each other, soft voices In sounds sleeping gray, sometimes Important, often just touching, topics From the day, anything else left to say, Before sleep, before love, before Anything that matters gets away. I speak “Are you thinking of a date?” and I watch and wait, no clouds rise up, no Silences contained. Easy as breathing, your Sweetest, intimate way, neither hurry Nor delay. “Closer” you say.