Laying here 
with you 
and thinking 
if ever
you were 
to be 
something else 
it would 
be the 
shadow that 
gives even
the moon
its pause 

It is now 
as last night 
time of candlelight 
before the sun
makes its debut 
this quiet time 
of dancing shadows 
delicate finger puppets 
and silly play 
time of touch 
and soft caress 
day can wait 
tell her to 
stay outside for 
we have more 
candlelight to do 

I often wonder why 
the day starts peacefully 
but then people come 
like biting bugs in 
the tail grass nipping 
at my naked ankles 
making them more important 
than me getting to 
the other side out
maybe next time I 
should try the long 
way around avoiding them 

I see a lagoon 
and I standing naked 
at the water’s edge 
having shed my clothes 
long before in anticipation 
throwing them off like 
tree boughs shaking off
last nights snowfall or
like a jilted lover
peels off broken promises 
one toe two toe
three toes in foot
calf and thigh wading 
finally under I go
and whatever was out 
there in here is 
no more and I 
become the cool water