mermaid
I could blame the incoming sun, holding you.
I
do remember the moon was bright
small
of clouds circling itforming 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 warmerand 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