[Kay Syrah]

Moonlight hazes
the edges of the
obdurate, and
softens the boundaries
of the immoderate
could I have loved
you in the immediate
if you were not
in passion so expedient?

:^]

[Soaring Feather]

Moonlight becomes
you in black lace
and chiffon
your hard edges
dissipate
twilight makes
your skin glow
and there is no
one on the beach
but you and the pipers