The Darkening

At night a streetlight marks their darkened sport;
Were it to be extinguished, loneliness
Could overcome a traveller who’d court
By starlight and in moonbeams to impress
A girl who tips over in her high heels
And falls until she’s caught by his quiet charm;
She finds she likes to let go as he steals
His arms around her and bequeaths her calm:
This is a product of their shared caress
As they enter the moment and their pulse
Is slowed to a mere whisper: they will press
Against each other – let their time convulse
Into cold beauty and shadowed delight,
Through dark encounters that aren’t marked at night