Stringed night

Moonbeam notes

Play along

Crowns and crests.

Billowing darkness,

So rich I could grasp

And fold the warm night

Toward my body, having

It for myself. Lyric leaves

Whisper, sowing my mind

With drowsy songs

That open my

Skin to every breeze.

Forest floor, papered,

Over time gathers

The lunar composition

That streams southward

Through the canopy.

I can hear this. The sound,

The velvet, crackles against

Distant window panes

Asking to be let in.

Dampen yourself, it says.

Let me lay

Alongside your body.