I wish that I breathe only your moons
so many pleasant helpings for myself
the water is a selfish being I have yet to tame
as it watches you more than my eyes have the days
to dwell too long too much into it's waters
would be a curse unforgiven by those in your yard
to ripples away you would become the vision betrayed
and I would not give but the rare moment
to see you as an interpretation of a freeing spell
of something other that what you are when you are ripe and full
blessing the scarcity of the sun's light to touch you
to feel you when the chorus of my fingers sing for me too
but the trance of my eyes wait for your easy so long
as the others in the puddles of their skin
twice died to be of a fragment spinning sphere thought of your beauty