broad moonlight


the sphere reflects

her steady gaze

in my periphery


forward, while moon

 merges with earth

the temperatures dip


an oily bubble of fog

deepens valleys

with chill


she catches the sphere 

stretching into the fog

of time's passing


toppled by confession

her try wore

a little too much


knowing how she scored 

her first and broke scrum

in a flash


delighting in broad daylight

around the openside and backs

proved she knew how to use it


this moon is ever

an inconsistent reminder of her profile

sometimes full frontal


sometimes a thin slice

shadowed from frown

dimpled down from smile


at angles with attitude

and swerving with

change of mood


flush with fervor

late last month

red with ardor


watched rising from dusk

until dawn swinging long

pendulous arcs


that face leans

on this shoulder

and means to


stay longer

than moonlight

affords


for

setting down

words