Luminosity in Blue

Bayou moon births your bathing beauty
Through aged eyes.
I come to you this holy night
Of our darkest kiss,
Washed in blue luminosity.

Cypress stands our witness.
Adorned, mossy-creped, to
Celebrate, muddy-rooted and still.
Watching.

Wet sparks fly from failing flesh.
Rippling pools dance below
Orbs so perfect and proud,
Bringing rise one last time - a jest, perhaps,
Nevertheless, convulsing.

Telescoping time through gazes returned,
The universe unfolds to take us
Naked - without shame, beloved.

Bayou moon enlight our embrace.
Passion plays our journey home.