I kiss you, and
then I kiss you again
as the moon rises over the lake
and crickets sing some long-forgotten
hymn.
We lie together, motionless, in the cabin,
our legs tangled in the silver shine
pouring through the open window.
Your breathing is a deep spring from which
I drink.
I close my eyes, sleep, dream.
dreaming of the loon landing on midnight
water,
its feathers brushing softly the surface
sheen.
I am a feather, and you are the lake.
Smoother moon-colored skin I have never
seen.
I kiss you, and then I kiss you again.
~William Hammett
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