The night unspooled slow as a ripple
on a reed-choked pond, thick with the unsaid unsung
questions what if why not what if how come?
tiny mouths like fish nipping the surface
teasing the moon out of the treetops.
Belly-down in soft grass did I watch
a honeybee burrow into the tip of a foxglove
and imagine your hands again love
indecent at my little twilight tryst?
Lace panties, a book, a beer and a candle…
I read and wrote and dozed but didn’t text
you here. Promises kept, good girl
go swallow summer hand over fist
sweet basil, sungolds, like this like this.