among the moon

meet me at among the moon
where all of our star-crossed pools
of potential light might
closen themselves into our nearness

i dream and talk
a shoulder that someday i could
touch - not - tamper - with -
the very coolness of the river
holding your elbow
at the deep spots

and i could dark you, too
at among the moon
welling up here  & there as i
cheer up, remembering that
a word has never passed between us
that could solid make

yet i always took care to write
the right things & to
consider the very air
that supposes to breathe in you

at among the moon
when we take up again a talking
that never walked alone
i'll really look at our hands
and try to articulate the realness
of a frequent hope

so at among the moon we might
dance that night song about summer
moon time and i'd twirl and be held
as we be guided by each other's
simple flight