On another night

years ago,

the air, like ash,

still warm

after the burning

day, we lay

in the cool grass

watching the moon,

tangled in the oak

trees, coyly slip

between trailing clouds.

We were happy

and in love,

nothing between us

but skin.


(September 1, 2018)

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