This Moment

If I could take this moment now, And put it in my pocket. To cherish once more should love escape How might I then review it? Could I catch again that sky above, As ‘bible black and starless’ as Dylan’s ever was, Creating the deep, deep, dark that Could not hide the blanket on the terrace Where you lay, legs and arms out wide, On offer to the sky? To the world? No, Only to me.