I had thought it was God who
visited me that night, or the devil,
but perhaps it was just you,
enveloping me in your divine
dark, made from clusters of fear,
transformed by your growing older,
more confident, your revenge
for all those nights of angst,
wickedness, and unfair advantage.

When your eyes catch mine across
the room, our lips press tight
to not let on, sneaking behind
a screen, our laughter spatters
and chokes our words —
deep knowing and merciful
forgetting — delivering us from
all that is past, and even present.