Vanquished moon,
surrendering indefinite ivory.
Pouring out your pale
quick silver light.


Honeyed
as all souls wine
these
glowing bare trees and rocks.


Soft as breath
pressing mirrored coins
to my eyes.



Enciphered kisses
of lunar magic
caress the roof tops.


Sensual acquiescence,
even the gravel has luster.
Sylph like grace
floods the night.