Dawn Needing Dusk Poem by Diana van den Berg

After a day such as today
of weighted onslaughts
of sledge hammers from east and west
and pinsharp darts from north and south
and earthquakes from under
and rockfalls from above,
my aching body
sinks into your moonlight arms
strong and gentle and ever-there
and more luxurious than a bubble bath,
your warm breath
whispering magic everythings
into my eager ears
your lips more intoxicating
than the sweetest wine,
your smiling eyes
caressing the innermost essence
of my waiting soul,
and in a nanosecond
you paint
all memory
of my war-torn day
gone
and you sweep me
into the enchantment
of a night
of you and me.

(17 January 2012)