Oops

The sun had set,

and your riparian whispers

dripped mischief

all over the wooden floor.

I tiptoed across the room

to draw the curtains

and shut out the world's eyes

from being able to see our dance

with a feline sneakiness

but the wood creaked below my feet

and you awoke from the reverie,

and now

we would have to wait 

another seventy-six years

for this comet 

of burning passionate glory 

to light up our night sky

and show us the stars.