Tonight
The moon has me.
Cloud laden sky
bright with the pooled cream
of the heavy harvest moon
A halo twice as deep
as the center.
Other nights
dark and sparkle,
a forgotten beach
of volcanic black sand
dry and sterile.
Not this night of silver shine -
Overtake and possess
the whole of me,
my darkness, secret -
secure in places, warm
in the scent of bread
not yet baked, moist
with the color of cream.
Tonight
It takes me over
as I lay peaceful; calm
open to the touch I feel
wide awake and willing
harvest moon, heavy -
fills me as a lover
with unspoken
possibility.

Lin  Cava ©