Lead me by the hand and perhaps I’ll whisper
my name to your pink ear, warm from the chill.
We’ll follow the dimming sun due west,
traveling east with nothing on our backs
but wool and bare love, cold.
Yet we’ll dance on under this winter roof,
into a wilderness I have never known
until this night, wrapped up in clouds
and soft words only your lips can murmur,
my ears pour over while hands connect
Tonight in full moon: first subtle, then bright,
and forever bound by Earth’s pull.
October 8, 2013