classic

[amuse]

last night
i straightened up
the house,
before i curled under
the blankets
bent to pick up a piece
of moonlight off of the
floor

the other morning
we were a black
and white movie,
gorgeous shadows,
blue moonlight
shining down on
our hands after
i'd massaged your
fingers and you to sleep

i stared down at the
poetry of our limbs -
like classic films
they never make me
cry,
still my heart instead

the moon stopped,
the moon cried.

hmm.

now that i know where
it is,
i will try to pick the light
off of the floor again tonight



*from happenings/impressions on 2 separate nights...and, i really did try to pick the light off of the floor - i thought it was a shoelace at the time. :D