Yesterday, we were in love
the sun and I
softly warming my back as I transplanted leeks
pinking my cheeks while I moved some stone
lulling me to dreamily sleepiness as I rested with iced tea
and a garden book.
But it was the moon who whispered outside my window
rousing me from sleep last night
freshly washed from a lunar eclipse
high and bright in the sky
to flirt a while.