i want to escape to the far reaches of the forest
and lie down in the space where the foliage opens up
just enough for the moon to slip lovingly through.
i miss her long, pale arms and her comforting embrace,
when she’d hold me in the night and sway so lightly
that i thought i could die in her arms and be satisfied.
i trust her with my secrets and sorrows unlike any other
for her soft streams of light cleanse my worries
just as they leave my lips; stolen away like her sweet kiss.
soon, i will have my time to dance with her again,
but i know i will leave wanting more, as i always do
and she will reassure me, swaying, whispering
that the water will always need the moon.