Rendezvous Poem by D A Phinney

I see how she awaits atop the stair.
The attic door ajar uncombs her hair.
Bound in darkness, the oval of her face
Floats and sways above her formless trace.
The window frames a lonely star whose glow
Marks the parting spot that sleeps below.
I climb the heavy steps as shadows crawl
Down my shoulders, back and legs, consuming all.
And yet my fire rises with my height,
That coldly burns for her embrace of night.
A lightning flash reveals without excuse
Above a jagged crate: a ragged noose.
I stand upon my fate yoked to my love
And kick the world away. Wind wails above
That forlorn tomb that rests a mile afar;
Above it there, she waits atop the star.