She swims in the pond of driving desires
Deep and vast as it is.
Deep and vast as the skin and the touch
She praises and folds ’round another.
Enchanted, the moon wraps her light,
Plump and round as it is.
Plump and round as her mind, in flow,
Releases the body’s desire.
Her and the moon draw the thin string
Perilous and tender it is.
Perilous and tender as the love in the stars
That so easily never could be.
The moon on a pond, illuminates her –
Loving and gentle she is.
Loving and gentle as the line that she draws
Shimmering brightly for those who can see.
Notes From Afar 