Bloom Time

playing  peek-a-boo
 silent bed fellows the
the wan moon & myself
     sighing
 on a night cool with
sea breeze and forsythia
 jelly pieces of love
 rolly polly, dull sided 
     and ripe
coat the world
in sticky sweet pulp and
     her skin as soft 
as Sunday afternoons and
     secrets
becomes my blanket
     and we
     are one
entangled in the dewy cobwebs
     of breaking dawn