Yesterday’s Night

So close, her lips of coffee and cream,
Her pungent smell of abundant life
stir earth and sweat; above us,
white doves fan flames as
gentle waves of silky hair
caress my face like Aphrodite’s
hands of warm whispers.
My eyes, too soon open,
release her embrace.
Night’s rain patter washes
her away in a dawn of
morning shadow, every trace
soon cut away by fresh knives
of the sun. Through tears,
I search for yesterday’s night.