What blooms at night
as the jasmine flower does?
The moonlight coaxing a fragrance,
light and airy,
like your scent clinging to my flushed cheeks
Moonlight:
poaching the green in your eyes
For even light cannot resist the inspiration of beauty
or the blooming of a soul.
What crawls at night
as the snow leopard does?
Pacing the snowbank, crouching
along the cliffs
It too feels the burden of time,
the weight of a singular chance.
I crawl, closing the distance between us
My breath catching, my entire body tensing
for a moment
before melting against your small frame.
Your head resting, crouching
in the crook of my neck.
What purrs at night
as the barn owl does?
Signaling his contentment
in a nest well-crafted, opened
to his mate.
The tiny contented sigh escaping my lips;
the only remnant of my nervousness fading,
drowning beneath the steady rhythm of your heartbeat
against my chest, a purring
speaking to me
of a blooming memory
What glows at night
as the firefly does?
Its light piercing the darkness
for a moment
A moment measured by my heart
when you don't pull away
your small breasts pressing against me
my fingers clinging to your back, as if afraid;
afraid you'll disappear if I let you go
disappear as the light of the firefly fades.
What flutters at night
as the luna moth does?
The moonlight shimmering across its wings
as it emerges, escaping
the prison that had restrained it.
Moonlight:
cocooned in its embrace, we too shimmer;
not imprisoned as the luna moth once was,
but free
blooming
in a moment made perfect
in a world where nothing else exists.