Mid-August

Warm, satin waters
Reflecting moonlight and stars
Surrounded
By pine trees
And mountain meadows
Gazing between
A bright, full moon
Held in a late summer sky
Streaked
From a hundred miles away
With silent meteor showers
And into warm brown eyes
Held inches from my own
Smooth, wet skin
Pressed close to mine
Hands caressing
Through hair
And over skin
Whispers in the dark
Intertwined limbs
Crystal clear thoughts
And long, slow, deep kisses
An enchanted place in time
Flesh and Fantasy
Surrealistically combine
Thankful
For the uncommon sense
To surrender
To this moment
Without doubt
Forgetting
My fears of dark men
My feelings of inadequacy
Because my body does not look
Like the women's in magazines
At ease with the fact
That I am more a quarter horse
Built for comfort
Than a thoroughbred
Built for speed
Appreciating this moment in time
For what it is now
Not forecasting or worrying
Over what, if anything
It will become later
This time
This place
This man
Will not be forgotten
But remembered
As a suspended moment of Grace
Placed gently between
The domino-like span of days
That makes up each life…