There’s a reason why dancing under moonlight is a cliche. The euphoria is relentless
Pink behind the rising moon Your hipbone beneath my right hand knees clash to Latin percussion Together we count 1 2 3…5 6 7
Trading vulnerabilities over pork and pasta, I feel, for one awful moment, The pain of my daughter’s contempt You reassure a mother after being kicked by her child 123...567
Supine silence on yellow grass mats. Faint from heat I feel sad when you recount how I charged your phone first You deserve kindness. I am kind 1 2 3…5 6 7
Your laugh resounds above all A solo from the audience As proud and loud as any Jazzman’s improvisation encouraging is all to do better 1 2 3…5 6 7
Earthy smell of your skin spread across the sheets Curled up with tan litheness, I watch green block letters rise and fall. Wishing it was more than breath propelling them up and down, I curse my own heart for swelling 123...