Blue Moon

there are times
                          (last night)
when your love
envelops
swaddles
                  suspends
me

beyond the
                    reach
 of time and death and distance

when I can’t tell you how much that
                                                               scares
me

transcends
eclipses
               masters
fear and doubt and duty

 then

i
   see
Us

the cat curled in the corner
when your babies were born
the lion pacing at the door
when mine were not

the sun in your white hair,
the whistle of wind and women
as you ran along a highway

the hidden eye of camera,
the maze of moon and men
as i sang in a piazza

unseen
unknown
unexpected
                      but
there

always
            There

invisible, insatiable lovers
never so close
never so far
                     away

then

there are times
                          (tonight)

when i would
                       trade
trade
         it
            all
picture
poetry
             and
song

for the
            press
palm to palm
lip to lip
belly to belly
of this
           flesh
that is not
Ours
         but
Theirs


©s rogers 24 november 2010