It must be a different time as the hour is late & I finally got enough sleep tonight.
It must be another moon as ours set in the dark a while ago now.
It must be another you as yours went to bed knowing when.
& here I am beneath your kisses from up high
light filtered shadows cast figments of polka dotted sighs
as fingetips grasp wisps of skin.
Bend down bough
& let me get on & ride you into that other moonlight.