if you ask me to remember
By Donna Hill

that first night together
I would have to be honest and say I cannot
specifics are crisp yet blurred
like the autumn frost on our windows

it's not as if this night was any less important
certainly, than any other
or all of these future ones meant to be

no, its more like this night is still taking place
how our body and minds fit so perfectly together
without ever a question or doubt of belonging
dissolving quickly, the nature of boundaries

as if we both have forgotten to reach up
and turn off the moonlight