You are the Night

Tented under blanket
the wind blows.
We are impervious to far-flung flickers,
distant lights bobbing on black waters,
little boats buffet, blink, blink
like pin-prick winks.
It tastes of sweet-salt
neck, lips, cheek,
giggles,
dreams,
gliding fingers,
kisses like whispers.
Listen for foghorns,
hidden by the night
so slight, vaporous
lowing
on reality's edge.
Let be what be.
There is nothing
but you
while in my arms.