in the lull of an evening veil,
your face appears as an apparition
your hand lifting to a tide
of Moon Orchids

high in a mountain canyon,
sleeping underneath an aspen grove
with the intent to ease the release
of a reluctant memory

breezes may exhume my mind
but not like the impressionable
confidence of your caresses

doubt still lingers upon my skin
along with the insurmountable death
you carry inside your blood

one day when I wake
from my disregarding slumber
I will notice your body bearing
that silhouette garb

the sound of crushing gravel
beneath my feet disturbs
the soft radiating orchid petals
cringing beneath the moonlight

I am reminded of lunar displays
inside folds of opaque petals
–blink one eye and the moon is there
–blink the other and it disappears completely
–slide of fingers on both eyelids
views the moon in all its brightness

in this perpetual gaze upon this moon
her light shines upon these forbidding eyes

– I then become her