bill, this one is to me as much as an ode to your love as it is the night. it seems like a mid-night tryst to me. one with your lover and one with your mistress, the darkness. i do not think that you are a madman in this piece like alia says. rather, i think you are one with your surrounds, like a chameleon. i believe that you do not fear the darkness because of your eyes. you have the eyes of a large cat on the prowl, a hunter. this is why i think that your poetry takes on this, your style. you as a cat, a wild and fierce cat see things differently than others do. i love the line where you say "rub my face asgainst the night" this is pure passion. for your love and your mistress. excellent work again. there are many treasures to be found in the darkness if one will only look. thank you bill for looking.