Sitting in the window
under the cover of night
he fantasizes about love.
He knows not her face
nor the color of her eyes, her hair...
but he imagines she's there.
He knows she's there somewhere.
She comes to him at the window
and whispers "move over"
as she takes a seat next to him
and leans her body back into his.
Her hair spills across his chest
and he can feel her breathing
as the cool, night air passes over them.
He feels as if he's going to fall
asleep right then and there,
and he wonders why
he always feels this way with her.
He realizes why, after a moment.
He's been searching for this, for her,
for this feeling of being needed,
of contentment, for so many years,
of course he needs a rest, by now.
"But fear not," he whispers
into her perfectly shaped ear.
"I won't sleep forever
and once I wake up again,
I'll make you happier than you've ever been."
She smiles as their eyes slowly close
in mutual contentment... He knows
once he opens his eyes again she'll be gone,
into the night,
taking this wondrous feeling
of being needed by someone
He tries not to think about it
and silently looks forward
to their next midnight rendezvous,
sitting in the window
under the cover of night.