Moonbath

Ah, Moon,
how perfect you are,
haloed

with moonbeams
and crowded with stars.
You pull me

to the center of your gravity
and I rise
like the first stem

of a rosebud. The heart blooms
spiraled
into the nature of all things.

As moonlight
illumines the soul, and so your love
undresses

the ecstasy of all creation.
The earth is moved
to the arc of your passing, bathing

my skin, so softly,
in the light of heaven.

// 30 Mar 2021