Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Inspired by Emily Dickinson's...

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!


... I wrote...


Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.

Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our nightly arts.
No intention of arising from the damp--with sweat-- sheets.

Sliding back down
your rippled chest,
to moor again
this morn in thee!