MAP OF THE MOON

Quietness fills each corner of the room
Soft darkness, in layers, surrounds me
I stand at the window.
Looking out, I see the mere suggestion of water
As it caresses the restless sand,
Comforting it, making it sing.

The air around me changes and I know
You        are       there.
I feel electricity as you move closer
Then you turn to gaze outward
And the dark clouds part expectantly.
The moon sends silver shards of light
Which break along the lines of your face,
And trickle down your shoulders.

I turn, and reach out to trace
The moon's map of fragile light
Along your cheek,
Across your lips, which part like the clouds,
Down your throat,
Following the signs of the moon's ancient glow.

As I reach your chest,
I replace my fingertips with my mouth;
Your heart moves beneath my lips
Your breath echoes in my ears
And fills the room with sound...
 


Nancy Barrett

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