No one need
tell how we met
again here
      under
         the
            steady
gaze
of the moon
plumped by love
first silvery and
jelly smooth,
         nothing
   daylight could ever
            improve (this
is what I think)
when I face the window
and let the moon
lick my body
   when you are  
      through
                     You
heat the wet side
of me like syrup
in a spoon
while the radiator
clatters, sings
way
out of tune
      (ribbons of heat
         over flesh cooled
            by the moon
Back and forth)
if only
I could stretch the
      night; I whisper
I love you and
again
      I say it
too soon