I want to make you scream
With total joy
And quake with excitement
when we make love at midnight
Sleeping until the afternoon
On a cold spring Sunday
From an all-night, private poetry reading
As we drink enough wine to get the strength
To tell each other
What we are really thinking
Expressing our love unbounded by time
As the dawn arrives
And then, fall back to bed onto the bed
Imagining nothing even, the future