That night I lit a candle
on every step up the stairs
to the bedroom.
Then with all your clothes
heaped on a chair near the window,
suddenly you fell into my arms
like deep snow sliding
off a steep roof all at once.

With all the promise of song
in your voice and your body
like a room dreaming in every mirror,
quickly I drew you nearer
and felt that first sting of pleasure
when whispers merge
and every kiss points deeper
like a fishhook.