SONG TO THE FULL MOON

When you come to me
I want you to take me
your own way.
Be silent or sing
Be gentle or enter
with no warning
Ask for what you want
or take it with no subtlety
no guilt no regrets
Slide your soul inside me slowly
or scream your searing rockets into me
like flying glass
until you pant and sleep and dream new dreams.

When I come to you
I want to take you
my own way.
Mold you slowly like slick clay
ride you like a hurricane at dawn
like a thoroughbred thundering on packed wet sand
I want to open my throat and bay to the moon
to cry my tears of longing deep into your eyes
and sweat against your soul
I want to plunge into your high seas
gleaming
until I can't remember what tomorrow means.

© Joan Barton, 1997

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