Communion

The rain has come back

and the bowl of night

is like a canopy above my bed

under which the wind sings softly 

it will be easy to sleep again

now that I have seen your faces

I will sink back into the bed

surrounded by cats 

and the hum of water 

the air here 

is as soft as a caress 

and it breathes over me 

as your lips might sigh 

against my skin

when we are speaking

another language.