Sleeping Under The New Moon
After my spontaneous dance in the rain, I wake to discover that I am not alone on the night of the new moonThe sun had warmed me into a cozy oblivion and I fell asleep in the grass. Flushed from exertion and naked under the sky. I didn’t hear the dusk birds begin their song, nor the crickets take out their fiddles to welcome the night. My dance in the arms of...
