night watchman

i saw you watching me
but your touch was far
as you smoked a lusty cigarette
full of nicotine and tar
your hair soft on your shoulder
with your face around two lips
so full of promise as I drank
my beer in hungry sips
a man sang Frank Sinatra
with a microphone in hand
while couples danced a lover’s beat
on our patio of sand
underneath tiny Christmas lights
wrapped tight around your waist
i found myself in puzzled knots
and wondered how you’d taste
with smoke still on your Texas tongue
and rapture in your eyes
i heard the night voice whispering
there was longing in these skies.