Silver Light

And I'm a pool of
silver light:
shining and
sparkling and
reflecting faces and dreams.

I'm swelling with joy,
expanding my borders.
I'm touching you
with my gentle color.

Elegant and soft,
the moon faces me,
and I glow
seductively.
I watch your eyes,
drinking in details
- shape, hue, motion -
as the moment stretches on,
tattooing our memories.

It's swallowing you whole:
this strange silver light.
It has soaked through your eyes,
permiated your hair, lips,
your hands, skin,
your voice, texture.

I smile at a pool of red
that clings to you,
beneath your left collar bone.
It's pulsing softly.

There's life
inside this silver mist.