He comes to her every night <br />In her dreams as a thought. <br />He visits her at midnight, <br />He is always on the dot. <br /> <br />He greets her with the embrace, <br />His arms are strong and gentle. <br />She tries to recognize his face <br />To touch it - so ethereal… <br /> <br />She hardly sees the night hero. <br />He is invisible but felt, <br />He leaves his odor on her pillow, <br />Her bedroom is the love belt. <br /> <br />The night visit is about to end. <br />She can’t reconcile herself to this: <br />“Who are you: a stranger or a friend? <br />Come tomorrow, I’ll long for your kiss...”<br /><br />Jolanta Gradowicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-visit/
