It was an Ethan Frome night
She looked at him under carriage house lights
Moments captured by somebody else's hand
Feelings cradled by another person's worth
Nothingness matters sometimes
 
Gentle persuasion
Guilt over ridden by flawed intentions
Caressed by the moon
A sleepless wonder

Who is this man
Who makes me wonder who I am

Where have I seen this image before
 
Why should it bother me
It doesn't
 
Instead I ring doorbells of mansions
Fogged by the mist of night air
And a fountain out front
Candles lit

Apple martinis flow knowing
I'm just as at home with a can
Of lukewarm beer sitting on a honkey tonk stoop somewhere
 
I look at the ground and see patterns of footprints
Scattered

Does it matter I am drenched from head to toe

Stillness reminds one of guiltless nights

Desires paraded
As if somebody was on a sideline waiting

Ypu've brought me beyond a mediocre day
I hear you by listening to myself