just a song at twilight

in the quiet

autumn moonlight

sit with me

the old people will point

and call it "spooning"

the young ones will whistle

and call it "scoring"

the smart ones will nod,

and call it "none of their business"

we'll call it love

(or maybe something like it)

hold my hand

warm my heart

understand me

for just a while . . .

stay