The moon isn't out tonight...
Or if it is, it's beyond the limited
Eye of my living room window.
Silent crashes curl in white foam
Down on the beach below.
The night isn't that clear
But the beach is whitely visible.
Maybe there is a moon smiling
Shining somewhere out there.
I've been calling out for a time,
Voicelessly, calmly, stunned, unheard.
Nothing knew, or is it?
A proposal, a love, silently
Rebuked to ashes...
I jump to the crack, explosion,
Of a dwindling fire behind me.
I glance; no... building warmly.
How transparent can one become
Before becoming unyielding as stone?
Sometimes what is felt is too hot
To not go unburnt when fleeing,
But is just right with embrace.
How so with her I wonder?
In translucent reflection,
My eye reveals a high tide
And her sapphire shift
Moving cautiously toward
My robe-wrapped searching form.
One finger on the shoulder probes
Gentle pressures into my numbness,
Nails digging freely into blocks
Of memories garbage secrets.
Sensation. "Yes." Embrace.
Sometimes what is felt is too intense
To not go overwhelmed when fleeing
But is just right with embrace.
