this night
when i was young
i would drink the moon
book-mad, head full of
magic, wars, kingdoms,
tragedy, and redemption
i would greet each full moon
savor it, watch colors change
yellow, ivory, bone..
hands cupped, moonlit skin,
i'd sip from my fingers
'til the moon filled my eyes.
seasons pass for me,
icy stillness of winter
lush breath of summer
earth-scented spring nights
chill smoke-tinted autumns
yet my companion, my moon
ageless, changeless, so real
shines still, while memory
touches me hard, stirs
deep joy, dark sorrows...
a naked moonlit lover,
shining tear-filled eyes,
our endless empty bed.
now i look at her, the moon,
savoring this austere beauty
feeling, like ocean tides
in the salt of my blood,
you~
seeing this same moon
this same moment,
knowing i could drink
drink this moon deep
and be filled even more
with your sweet love