Just in time to stop the atmosphere of things from smothering me,

the night comes and blankets everything in darkness.

Light comes in all the ways you loved me through the day;

the love posts are like stars that make a constellation.

I see a form vastly bigger than us, and at your touch,

I am scooped up into a Big Dipper of delight.

You swoop me into your arms for a kiss;

passion blooms under the warmth of this,

until I am poured back out to rest by you,

then to wake at the next day’s call, refreshed,

never to forget the stars we made of the hours.