drifting by moonlight

sailing under a full moon:
assail this night without touching
sins and sleep with fresh lungs
as I breathe in pallid moonlight

I can hear waves on waves
trees creaking arhythmically
like a worn heart sputtering
dilated eyes losing focus

oh, how I love you

like a slow

diminuation
a crawling death

so erotic your flailing arms
clutching my shirt tightly:

I give, I give

it is cold tonight and I cannot
shiver life into these hands

just let these waves carry us
and the wind crackle life
into old trees with spindly arms
grappling the sea's face

each touch a disruptive ripple

tender and ancient
your eyes so seductively reflective
telling stories neither yours nor mine

but please
tell that story
I want to hear it anyway

speak softly
until the sun shall rise
and the moon will creep away

I will believe
if just for tonight