the fingers
of your moondance
rose pebbled fleshfire
fantasies to the surface
long forgotten
quickly learned
student of fixation
concentration
tingle tangle
touching me
softly
you, like the moon jumper
refuse to concede
till we sleep
without resolutions
for tomorrow
tomorrow
keeps itself tightly wrapped
hidden within the refrains
of sapphire silk
damp
nights
and lightning
just beyond the arc
of belief
