Come Meet Me In A Midnight Hour

Come Meet Me In A Midnight Hour

Do you know the tenderness with which your arms hold me in clandestine flight -
Or, that as our swollen and desirous bodies
Meet between the sheets
A flushed and pallid moon beckons to we lovers?
O! silent night,
O! starry night,
Relieve me of this weary flight;
For that which the heavens hold undisclosed,
So too must the world sing.
O! what joyful noise which is our song
That in veined attempts
We often hide
That which is love,
Ever nestled 'neath the cover of a bejeweled sky -
But your scent will be the un-doing of our secret...

C. William Carroll