Moon into midnight (Poem)

A hurtfully cold night,
raw naked moonshine.
"Come here, baby"
aching smile full of love, tenderness.
Arms encircling her,
pulling flax and honey colored hair my way, tenderly,
feeling her shiver beneath my fingertips.

I feel ages of loneliness drift away
"I missed you" kissing her ear with a whisper
turning my shape to fit into hers, a moon into midnight.

I awaken
holding wispy thoughts in my arms
and watch them leave my bed,
feeling miniature oceans flecked with salt
roll silently in high tide down my cheeks.