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