taos hymn

i awaken to a world,

wet.

a moon day giving down

her moon tears;

laughing,

cleansing,

healing hurts

via fluid strokes.

i   s t r e t c h

to silent strains.

pulse

pulse

pulse

languid, loose-limbed.

i lie warm spooned.

a moon's trail of slow mapping.

ritual trek across route of shared sighs.

a moon day consummated:

intersections consecrated.

latitude and longitude of limnity,

afloat in the current of life.

your hands, my tongue:

stilled breaths counting rhythms of

electrical beat

beat

beat

heat,

radiant heat 
inside on this

cold wet,

moon teared morn

borne along with other lovers in time,

held in silken suspension

by silver tresses of a moon day mane.

caught, not fastened,

i croon lullabies of satiation.

soft, feathery, light licks.

moon day maid up to her old tricks.

our lady of leisure

blankets this magical moment,

shedding her moon teared smiles,

giving down secrets of wet joy wiles.

i am she

as you are me.
drop to wave,

swells rise

and i taste once more

meanings in moon day murmurs.

your thighs

my whispers.

i gift this day to you,

my moon day mister.

September 1989