projected
from a celestial pottery wheel
a moonbeam luminesce your bare skin
you breathe and exhale
gently and slowly
the satin porcelain
lit as one bathes the night
the dark velvet air white chalcedony..
suspends grains of the moment
i bare witness where am i
limpid time quivers..
though you are taken somewhere
limitlessness constrains
i am taken here..
the shadow follows the moonbeam
its sound your air
the incantation without
how can this be understood shared..

