Pools

I know better than to be here

stretched out on the grass

Cool moonlight pooling around he and I,

Habitat for mosquitoes.

Come with me into this scene beneath the willows

The spring sugar smell

Playing like a lute-

Lifting he and I up

Laughing.

The song is deceptive,

Juxtaposed against a canvas bought with unearned money

Painted upon by another’s hand

And stolen-

 touted as my own.

I forget that I should not be here,

Stretched out on the grass

Cool moonlight pooling around he and I,

A lamb for the slaughter.

His eyes tell another story,

They reassure me,

The hour is late,

Salty, grey light pierces the black veil

I forget myself-

there beneath the willows.

My caution turned to wanderlust in the wind

And lost.

I know that I should not be

Stretched out on the grass,

Cool moonlight pooling around he and I,

Creeping morning reminds me.