Love Poem: Midnight Snack

Midnight Snack

Along the sweetness of your muse
to the window of your heart, I glided
in silent hooray; I touched and feel the skin, soft and delicate
of a sleepy, sleepy moon, in you, as you sleep 
and I, lost somewhere in your own dream, ask do/how butterflies 
make love in a starless night? Oh, I saw your grin, reaching 
for something, perhaps my desire, that I let it flow …