In the Dark - Elizabeth Weld Nolan

All I need is the faint spray
of orange glow from the city,
to walk alert in the dark
across the plain of springing carpet,
skin open to the glimmer of light
off the white couch, across
from the red chair looming
in moonlight. I know where
the table corner pierces the gloom
next to my thigh and ease
sideways safe to the kitchen.