as it is

as the hand
moves towards
her hand
and there is the
soft sigh, and
there is the subtle
blink yes
of the eye,
and the night
slips quietly
by, and when
you lie down
together, and
see the moon
just over the
lip of the window
sill, and hear
the breeze move
brush and limbs
across the open
field, don't
even try to
understand, or
figure it out,
or where it might
go. this moment
is good enough
as it is.