Now That I’m Awake

I very much liked your outfit;
it was meeting you again.
I didn’t want you out of the car –
take you into an upstairs room
and kiss you: intensely and with purpose.
but there is a world to save, I know
and reliving is never as full
as living; is it?
but you – oh you feel alive;
sparks out of your eyes
and the sweet drip of sunrise
from your tongue;
and the way the moon crashes
down into the earth
with each kiss from your lips:
no,
I did not want to let you go,
but how can you ask
a nightingale not to sing?