Not caress, nor
nudge, nor even tap...

She pauses in tenacious indecision,
naked toes poised above the water...

There is no many-hearted
cloak of glory...

Sheathed in tears,
Some edges slice...

Spin a little,
stumble...

A sliver then,
a single silver crescent...

A rose I have, red with but enough white
To assure the purity of the flower...

You can see it in her eyes:
She remembers your kisses...

Someone
Quicken me for my...

The night is my home, shadows my slaves.
From the dark perches of an alien race's mind...

Against the moon
No assassin's blade could strike so deep...

She calls my name,
(no! whispers...