Night People

On sleepless nights I walk out to the lake;  
And watch the early fishers take their catch;  
The mist swirls round my legs; and I awake  
Complaining cheeps from moorhens, who would snatch  
Further hours of rest; then breaking dawn  
Heralds a new beginning: you come home  
To find the fire crackling; and a warm  
Reception, as you drink coffee and own  
My lips between your sips; and every kiss  
Reminds me that it's wonderful to find  
You loving this: our quiet conjugal bliss,  
Where you can murmur soft words to remind  
Me to come up to bed, now that you're back;  
And we'll make love until the dusk's on track.