XV

Moving light
on my hands and knees,
through the night,
hovering out of reach,
in my sights,
don’t exploit the breach.

Rules of engagement
No-man’s land

Fingers trace,
carefully circling,
interlace—
search along the seam.
Closing space
between you and me.

Speak your name,
always on my tongue.
Is it you?
Slowly drawn and strung.
Pour your soul,
I will drink it slow.

Rules of engagement
No-man’s land

In my veins,
safe against the tide.
Hollow space,
the rib not in your side.
You come in
Garden of Eden.

I’ll eat your sin.
Answer me, new moon,
from within,
where a want won’t wound.
Caught inside,
a blurred borderline.

No rules of engagement
This is no-man’s land