mermaid (Day 17, NPM)

mermaid

I could say it was the blinds half opened when the pillows were pushed into them.
I could blame the incoming sun, holding you.

I do remember the moon was bright

small of clouds circling it
forming their path from the horizon.

The bedroom curtains start to spin against the wind,

ushering in this winter solstice –

we close the windows quickly

the wood floors go cold soon enough

tip toeing, we make our way upstairs,

where it’s always warmer
and we stare out into the bright night.

braving the winds

(we want to be part of this night),
we dress and head for dinner.

toward morning I can see you glow