For a
Let it be enough:
The responsive smile,
Though effort goes into it.
Across the warm
Shared in candlelight,
This look beyond shame,
Possible now, at night,
Goes out to yours.
Hidden by
And shaped by
Grown dead, gone gray,
That burned in other rooms I
Too long ago to mark,
It forms again.
I look at
Across those fires and the dark.
