I want that night again: hours trickling by

In soft rich dark caressing bluestone walls,

But take away the morning that showed up,
Delete all haughty sunlight of the day,

Erase that list of things that must be done.


Let angels clip the wings of big jet planes. 
Death doodles circles round us hour on hour,

Each smaller than the last: I hardly want

Great chords of moonlight on the river, or
The Crown Casino shrunk upon my desk

With snow forever falling round about.

Give me the week before: a curdling sky,
Its questions with thin lines that spool and loop

While walking down a street I know by heart,

Give me that ordinary day, the best,
The one that had me step into a room

And see her there. I want to live inside

The words she spoke that afternoon, fine words
With windows tasting sunlight as it came.

I want to turn around and see her there.

Delete the miles that keep us far apart,
Erase thin moonlight tingling ocean waves.

Let angels cancel time. I want my days

To thread themselves though our first kiss that night,
I want to hear soft darkness breathe for hours,

I want to wake beside her, warm, each curled

Into a question mark a touch away.