We Are Yet Lovers

I would not regret
your touch
Or shy away from
much
that involved dreaming
you awake.

As we sleep separately,
soundly,
alone

under the same cold moon,
we close an eye
to desire, to the fire
we have banked.

To what end?

Come to me tonight
under the cover of your dreams
in the guise of deep
sleep
kisses.

We reach across the sacred sky,
star-crossed palms touching,
a single heart beating in the night.

Although we lie apart
in the winter of our dreams,
we are yet lovers.