I wear chains
on my fingers
to rings I wear at night.
Each ring for a different night. Each ring a link in the chain. Each ring weighing me down. Each ring binding me.
to the night
to the earth and moon in togetherness union at night in my dream purgatory where my soul resides chained to my flesh.
Married to me
with the rings on my fingers to prove it.
But I sing for the daily love affairs I have with life.
The night does not know that I have many daily lovers who cannot see the rings on my fingers
because I took them off with the dirty sheets this morning and I went outside naked fingered to meet new lovers
and cheat on the night
with the Daytime.
My nighttime lover knows that I know that He knows.
He cares not that I care not that he cares not.
We both care not for our daily activities.
We always return to each other in passionate embrace when the moon rises
within my soul
with more raw hot wet passion than my body has ever experienced.
And the high notes I can’t hit in my daytime love songs
spill out of my pores with perfect pitch for hours on end.
And I sing my lover a love song of no words and no notes and no rhythms or rhymes.
I cannot sing those songs during the day. I cannot make those sounds during the day. I cannot open my mouth and my head and my heart and my soul
until the chains are locked on my body with the wedding ring of Night.