A Shadow

We are creating,
everyday, a place
to lay our heads down.

At night, the wingless
man dreams he can fly;
the woman that he loves

stays sleeping, her body,
a bruised & fallen apple.
The stars, listening

and watching, hear them
breathing, the tender way
their up-turned faces smile

and death becomes a tenuous
shadow in their curtains,
banished by the moonlight.