Stars

can be an attraction

but tonight

their flickers seem overly

distant – muted by the clouds

saturated in shades

of silver and grey

as our canoe glides – current

leading the way.

I drop anchor then turn

and accept the

glint in your eye.

We close the space

between us and seal the night

with a kiss - to lighter

dress and moon’s caress

in a lover’s rest.