BATHED BY THE MOON'S PRECIOUS MOMENT

BATHED BY THE MOON'S PRECIOUS MOMENT*

I have heard the whispers
and I have seen the looks and nods

Private among yourselves

Private looks and rhythms
among you who have born children

Your bodies brimming full
like the seductive arches of waves

You whisper among yourselves

You whisper among those
who disappear into fathoms

At night when the moon is complete
a spirit gently folds with swells
like the naturalness of a dolphin

That calls all of you each one of you
to cast off your clothes and inhibitions

Women and their children
bound with true cords of memory
heartbeats attuned to steady surf

Naked flesh smooth and round
as pebbles washed by unending amniotic tides
No man may understand this unveiling

No man may watch this communion

No man may feel this gentle pull


Because the sea satisfies entirely
in ripples that caress
the curve of a woman's back
which leads to buttocks cleft with ripeness
opening to a reservoir of dreams where
patches of salty kelp dance

And nipples are bathed
with wet kisses as if
from a thousand tender mouths
murmuring secrets of love through
luminous water which flows
between spread thighs
Where children swim naturally
pulling themselves through
tunnels of delight

And then up laughing in the warm air
of pearl-like exquisite stars
Because children know instinctively
this is where they came from
Because this is where fluid dreams become life
Because this is where men grow

And once separated in froth and foam
desire to be taken back
stored inside shared flesh
Returned toward the mystery of women
As the moon sinks within them
Lowering itself to wombs of precious moment.


*this was written for a mother and her son 'Fathom' who i met at the shore