Moonlit Words

 

The earth is cold

And hard

Beneath

My bare feet

White cotton dress

Thin

Thread

Barely

Holding together

Its seams

Let alone my sensibilities

See

Right through

To me

And my chilled skin

He calls

Voice warm

Come in

Back to bed

Instead

I ask the moon

For strength

To close my eyes

And rest

He, the man alive

With heat

Is unaware

Of my interest

My desire

To tiptoe

With these bare feet

Into the open flames

Of he

We

Just friends

Obviously

No bend

In that fragile

Filament

Filling then

The bed

Each on our own sides

And I

Aching,

Breaking even

To cross

Those lines

I inhale deep

The cold

Air

In hopes 

To tamper

Or to tame

This furnace

Frankly

Cooking up his name

Nearly molten

On my tongue

Mouth

Hot from

This need and he

Calls from

The frame

Again my name 

A ghost

Dancing

Off his lips

Haunting

In its grip

On my desire

For him

My mind momentarily

Retreats

As he repeats

My name

Now though

The tone

Has changed

Insistent

In its intent

For my attention

He strides

No

Glides

As if on ice

Cold

Blue colored fire

In his eyes

He

Reaches me

In seconds

Has my complete

Undivided

Attention

Eyes locked

Face hot

He somehow sees

The things that I

Cannot

Bear to speak

This need

And my breath is stolen

Maybe frozen

In my chest

As his hands find

The hem

Of my dress

Slide up

Caress

My naked flesh

Eyebrow raised

Perhaps impressed

At the strength

It takes to face

Such cold

With nothing so much

As meaningless

Scraps of cotton

Time momentarily

Forgotten

As hands slide

Strong

Around my waist

And I pray

That he’ll have me

Now in this place

Out under stars

The navy night

But I

Am carried away

Much like my imagination

Taken

With such fanciful

Thoughts

Caught in the midst

Of the lost

Languid

Lines

I play out in my mind

The kind

He now

Crosses

Crossing

Off that list of things

To do

Friends making amends

For nights

Where two

Should’ve clearly been

Molded

Melted

Sweltering

Single

One

Bodies hardly separate

But for lungs

Breathing deeply

Of the scent

Of humid love

Heavy thus

Among

The lust

We rustle up

Cotton

Forgotten

Crumpled up

Friendship

Finding us

On a different boat

One we both

Clearly

Couldn’t wait

To sail

To see ourselves

Awash

In the shores of we

Wet with wars of heat

Against skin

Sweat

Skimmed

Slick against

Each others whims

We

Sink

Ships and build us

Wings

Carrying us clear across

The winds

Of change

Yet somehow

We stay the same

Friends fixed into

Some new and better shape

Tomorrow takes

Me out

To the earth  

Bare feet once again

Giving gracious

Thank yous to the moon

Different from the last

As it has

Answered

Prayers

I feared too much

To ask, 

yet gratefully consumed