Night falls
and I ache to undo the belt
of your burning body;
I ache to touch the soothing
fire of your cool thigh.
Night falls
and I ache to follow,
with closed eyes,
your skin’s
sensual highway.
Night falls
and I ache to receive
the jewels of tenderness
you locked in some unused
corner of your heart.
Night falls
and I ache to feel
your two hands breaching
the pillowed edges
of the known world.
Night falls
and I ache to see you
trembling and excited,
and all lit up by a sense
of something everlasting.
Night falls
and I ache to lie beside you
in that synagogue
of silence and softness
before the machines wake.
Night falls
and I ache for you,
my love,
as I have never ached
before, for anyone.
MARTIN MC CARTHY POET 
2 responses to “Song at Nightfall”
I liked particularly ‘that synagogue / of silence and softness / before the machines awake’ and ‘your skin’s / sensual highway’.There is always room for erotic poetry in anyone’s personal anthology.
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Yes, there is always room for erotic poetry, but most publishers now won’t accept it. It seems to have become very unfashionable to express love, desire, longing etc. in poetry. But it strikes me that these are timeless subjects and will endure long after what is called poetry now has vanished into the trash bin. If I remember correctly, that line about ‘that synagogue of silence and softness’ was inspired by reading a line by Dylan Thomas in which he was talking about the holiness of nature during an air raid on London in WWII . He mentioned ‘the synagogue of the ear of corn’. My line refers to the potential holiness of the love-act. Thank you, John, for your comments and encouragement. I will, of course, keep at it.
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