Night Air

I want you to feel cool sensations, fogging
your every breath on this winter night,
as you view lamplight dancing on water;

I want you to distinguish the shadows
of stacked buildings: an urban escarpment,
tranquil and black before the rising moon;

I want you to tremble, as the breeze picks
up the last of the fallen leaves and whirls
them down the empty quay to oblivion;

I want you to turn round at the first hint
of a whispered command, summonsing you
from the balcony to my warm embrace;

I want you.