It was in the stage
between moments and the moon
that we danced,
in the limelight
that we cradled our shared hearts.
We soaked in the light as much
as the moon soaked in the night,
like the penumbra of our sway,
like a quarter moon,
like
a bride and groom
in black and white attires,
in the stage
oscillating within
the full and
the new moon.
We waltzed
on the swan lake of the music
in our silence.
We waltzed like two swans,
in the spotlight of the moon
on the water.
We stretched within the mirror
and its object.
We fractured in the penumbras of the moons
and the shadows, on the waves,
and agglomerated anew.
We waltzed
like winds and waves
enfolding and unfolding
all the night,
making love in the tempest
of their maddening undulation
extruding and protruding
in and out,
spuming.
We erased our differences,
with the comb of silence
in the dawn.
We erased the differences between us,
between us
and the night,
between us
and the light.
And the night ended
when
we learned the night
was only us,
recapitulating light
in the sway of now
and forever.
