full moon breast heave in and out of a cloudy haze
taking deep breaths of this night air
her hair falls and paints folds of shadows down her torso
she dangles
as she moves in and out of our hemisphere
a ball of yarn
our bodies tangled in the sheets of roses
this was a memory
a past that forwards the future
and here draped across the sheets
our love
the present
opening for the morning
like japanese cherry blossom |