Near moon
Waning gibbous
Night before last when
He came to bed,
I stirred
When he put his head and hands
Upon me as he does when
He comes to bed,
I stirred
And there was in slumbered glimpse
Perfect sky, night black
And nothing else, save
A calm in the universe, where
Near full moon throbbed,
Gold orb
In dark
December 14
