When the winds
of life change 
from icy chill
to cooling breeze
from huddling cuddles 
to languid lounging 
so does the 
expression of same 
one causes retreat 
the other welcome 
and like a 
vise of vices
I am pinched
between my exile 
and my desire 
squeezed by isolation 
then by arms
and the juice 
of me stored
or maybe swallowed 

And as the moon
skates across the sky
dipping behind the mountains 
for one brief moment 
your bronzed body turns 
to an iridescent gold 
almost hovering prone like 
an Egyptian prince on
an alabaster dias and 
I wishing to pay
homage and then once 
the moon finally disappears 
so does the fantasy 
but not the mystery 

I unlike most 
have everything that 
I need and 
most of what
I want I
consider myself very 
blessed with things 
even though I 
don’t have everything 
I have enough 
and that gap
is the only 
place of dreams 

I hope 
that you 
know that 
and this 
now too
and when 
whatever else 
it could 
ever be 
then like 
that too

It haunts this 
tenderness being now
quietly between us 
as deep sighs
and quickly caught 
breaths as afterthought 
afterwards this afternoon 
turning around looking 
spying and seeing 
that tiny glint 
and little glow 
of one little 
star shining there 
at the corner 
of your eye