The moon looks down on me.
And I feel no shame in her scrutiny.
We have built trust
Night after night.

She will not be embarrassed for me.

She is aged, ageless.
Her scars are beautiful.
She shows them to me one by one.

Silvery still can take your breath
Like plunging into cold water
Shocks the heart.

In the dark I can show up naked
As I am.
In the painting of her soft light

It grows over nights
Starts in darkness.
We get used to each other’s touch.
Used to each others’ ways of being.

First shy
We get to know each other 
In the safety of half light.
Slowly begin to own each other.

She puts on a delicate tease.
Disrobes sliver by sliver
To show her luminous body.
Her warmth.

A little more revealed each night.

Until we are laughing in her full light.