moonlight

in the victorious
moonlight
asleep
on the soft ice
of sheets
with the windows
clean
and clear letting
the heavens
in. you stared
at her
face, the curve
of her
shoulder,
the way her
hand and arm
folded like
a swan gone
sideways
in the blueness
of water
and shadows.
you wanted to
touch her, to
kiss her, but
you let her alone,
allowing her to
go further
into the dream
that was putting
a smile
upon her lips.