Intimate Encounter

Slipping
sideways

through a thin
slice in the night

he enters
unreal and

ghost like,
wraps

himself into
her and makes

for her a feast
of tongue and

touch and
gentle moan

making soft
slow love where

before there was
none.

Hungry,
she is hungry,

and he feeds her.
Every part

of her is
held in him

for this night.
She is loved,

She is
precious,

She is
beautiful.

When the night is
gone, he is gone

slipping back through
a crack

in the day not
meant for her

not meant to stay.