She Bathes in Moonlight

She always showers in the night light.
She is responsible for the moon,
for the laceration of silver
across the dark pelt of night.

Her eyes are as clear as water,
two moons
pouring into my roots
like sunshine into a thirsty tree.

They caress the branches of my feeling,
like a breeze
bearing the fruit of your body
at the tips
of their trembling reach.