in the moonlight there’s a
certain symmetry
to the way the world unfolds
in pockets of night,
shadows dancing in darkened corners and
rounding out sunlight’s sharper planes

and it’s suddenly too easy to forget these things:
and the way you sometimes
bring me down
despite the buoyancy of my water eyes,
or good-bye
sliding lazily from between your parted lips
as they feather-brush the inside of my wrist

and i wordlessly watch
the foreign contours of your
squared shoulders
as you disappear into day,
leaving me to grapple with silhouettes
in bright white silence,
holding tender wrists &
sketching out our charcoaled love