Moonbathing

Moonbathing by Neil McCall

come and moonbathe with me;
we can use your rolled-up swimsuit
to reserve our moonbeds
on the waiterless patio;

we can oil each other's silver-washed bodies
and you can read me like a trashy book;

then, when the prickly heat of lust
has finally become unbearable,
we will plunge into the moonstruck pool
at its deepest, darkest end
like loonies.