Moonlight

We have a history of moonlight. 

You named the moon with your very first words. And I felt it, 

the moment the moon had a name. 

You on the other side of the world, 

                   separated from me by years and by oceans, 

and you named it for the two of us, claimed its light for you and me alone.

I knew before I knew you.

I knew the pace had quickened and that there was another.

You come closer in the darkness, 

your face full and radiant like the moon. 

Our little room shimmers in your silvery light. There is only us, and it seems the whole history of the world was conceived solely to fulfill this simple moment between us.

The story of the world is a love story.

We have a history that is tethered to the moon. 

We have a history that is bathed in its shimmering light. 

You come closer in the darkness, 

your mouth, almost my mouth, 

your breath, almost my breath.