Seeing by moonlight

The smile was an empowering one,
full of warm nights by the creek,
cool water on warm skin…
not exactly swimming
but floating where time has no relevance.

The touch was somehow familiar
as if a return to something
from long before we met.

There was no worry
or need for direction,
no hurry to move or create;
just a silvery slip into arms
that felt like home.


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