She
caresses my inner ear
to
demonstrate how closely her species listens.
She
spins herself in a circle towards spiral
then
showers me with monosyllables,
thinking
that we've made love
in
a thousand memories, now raining sound.
In
the evening, we wrestle,
finding
the animals of ourselves
that
come out in our dreams.
I
tell her the moon is much much larger,
peering
out at us
with
her one glowing yet knowing eye
while
the rest of her lay still
but
very close to us
under
the black velvet cape of the sky.
Each
night we reshape our thought-bodies
cuddling
into one.
Occasionally
we put on our physical bodies
as
blindfolds, to be lovers under the sun.
On
a cloudless night's warm stillness,
memory
melts us
to
a different planet and circumstance.
We
are alone there,
speaking
to myself with my head in her lap,
overhearing
me say her mind.
Sometimes
I glance up quick
and
see her smile as time . . .
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