Because she feels comfortable with his lack of discretion
she feels okay to reveal herself feels no need
to wait for someone to pick her up
from her long ride feels no need to ask
for permission to go with this man who has
No need for someone in particular
with eyes searching for his sign as her destination

Because she feels comfortable with his desolation
she chooses to approach first before his first approach
like a deer running toward an arrow
before the hunter releases his bow
meant to shoot a still deer who waits
for the arrow to approach first without knowing
that its predator hunts it

Because she feels comfortable with his desperation
he holds his sign high for the high sign ostentatious
won't scare her away as she attracts
she actually draws in toward the sign
the sign a refigerator magnet
too strong the sign pulling
the refigerator out of its hole in the wall

Night and Day 2

At nightfall my pupils dilate.
He has me unleashed; I am on the prowl.
I can capture the best while my lover awaits,
And swiftly, swiftly I return to repent.

During day when skies clear and light reveals,
I look to only two possibilities:

Nighttime itself can release my desperate soul,
and I sleep under watch of Apollo's shine.
One touches my water, causing ripples at night
While the other burns my torch every minute of life.

Moonlight, Sunlight both shine on me
At dusk when I wish for Day

to prolong.  Shadows of domineering Night
cool any heat left from Day's rays.  Powerless against
an ongoing cycle, I yearn to pick one regardless of time
trailed by time.  My conscience tells me to live in one.

Day approaches behind dawn's needles de light
that pierce my heart for beating at night.