Her by Moonlight
Her hair slips from its pins
like her body slips
from her violet dress,
pale skin haunted by moonlight.
Her cheekbones. Her eyes
sage green, glinting
in the moonlight. I run my fingers
under the black lace
of her bra, feel her
skin awaken. She trembles like
moonlight, her breath on
my neck. Then her kiss,
supple as moonlight there. And there.
My hips seek her hips.
My lips her lips—
which of us the flame,
which the wick?
This moonlight
we make it sultry as summer,
soft as snowflake.
I melt against her
like moonlight and like
moonlight she quivers
beneath my tongue.