In Moonlight

Riding high and white in the starry sky,
clear, cool, sharp, rounded, full.
Waves lapping our personal
Sea of Tranquility nearby
as the sandy soil supports us.
A blue, white, warm, dry, landscape,
soft, yielding, stirring slightly
with a sigh,
Moonlight illuminated.
Touch the landscape: supple, yielding,
shuddering from a slightly cool breeze.
Touch the landscape,
make long, slow circles around
the mountains,
pinch the peaks gently, gently,
lick-embrace, moisture
running down.
Touch the landscape,
unexpectedly smooth to the crater
dark in shadow;
probe wetly, moonquake shakes,
one, two, three, four.
Slide in light gravity
down the canyon,
explore sharp, soft shadows
under light/dark cobwebs
to the fountain,
the dry fountain.
Call the waters,
summon the waters,
lick-embrace.
The land comes
deliciously alive
in Moonlight.