out on the balcony
you sang me a love song
you wrote me a poem
and drank your martini

out on the back porch
you played me piano
you danced to the rhythm
and told me a story

out in the night
you swept off the sidewalk
you wrote of the right talk
and told me the truth

across the open we sang
songs of truth and love and sorrow
we took each other down
to our bones to our nerves
to our marrow
and when we did cross
the light and the clouds
they did form
a picture of us
with the heavens below