***Full***

the icy grasp of your hands
all that's left
of this still moment

questions unasked
and answers concealed
by the full shining moon

wrapped in your eyes
I begin to fall
lacking the desire to stop

your scent lingering
around my throbbing thoughts
and your touch pulsing
in my heart

now, as your fingers leave mine
I wander aimlessly
into the night
full of stars
full of you

Written on February 9, 2001