Meeting

Liquid crystal mists

Move down upon us and coat

A bare tree to make

A circled web in lamplight

Crystals on lashes

And the dampness of your lips

Your waiting smile

Turned up to me in lamplight

Soft silence falls down

Around us and closes us

In one another

And the lamplight, the lamplight

It melts on the warmth

Of your cheek, clings to your hair

And becomes a tear

In lamplight, in the lamplight.