Midnight Under a Full Moon in a Field in Minnesota

Let me lean
into you.

With all the ease of
weight
less
ness
my head
upon
your shoulder

I watch your fingers
under mine
each word

I try to sing
without forgetting.

stars keep spinning

We stand there
dancing, still.

Tonight we
watch the moon unravel
catching her bare,
unadulterated

Let me lean
into you

our outline
fingers
tracing

lips just
brushing.