The Sounds of Night

See how they walk hurriedly, as if there were no time, yet the night is only beginning and they will have hours together. But we will have years. They stop a moment, unable to wait, he draws her near, their mouths are quick and hungry in public. Others look, and steal away enviously. But we can not envy, we have it all

Their door is closed now, and in the darkness somewhere she unbuttons her dress, his happy hands covеr her breasts and run about her back and thеir joy is for many moments, but our joy will last beyond measurement. We will have years

We stride the village streets and walk about the hill talking with the hill people. We wander down familiar highways, eyes alert to familiar patterns, we watch the sun go down behind the buildings by the river, and listen for the sounds of night to come. Hands held tightly, we greet the evening people and the city lights and the changing skyline. Then up the hill and home again

Our brass bed waits - how lovely is the evening with a wide brass bed awaiting us? Let me lock the door, and take the telephone off the receiver, and open the window while you lie there waiting. It'll be a long night, filled with things we need. They fall from your hips quietly, starting down around your thighs, then gone. You slip out of them, and become a naked girl. Then into bed, and for a long moment, nothing happens. Naked girl, sleep forever naked close to me. Hold my hand, lie closer and now you are a woman

We fit each-others every curve perfectly, no sculpture could've made more perfect fits. Ours is a miracle youth, and when the souls are counted, someone will save us - they fitted each-other perfectly