Moonbathing

Some lazy god exhaled languid cigarette smoke
That night
Blowing ash, dust, debris
To the beach beside our lake.

A balmy cold,
Puffy jackets scraped against each other
Legs shivered in our jeans,
A magnified gray moon
Reflected in steady ripples.

Two wide eyes, staring at us.

Thinking about an if.
If we tore the jackets, shirts, pants
From each other,
Cotton underwear, Bra,
Uncofortably new boxers,
Left them in the sand.
Free from us, free from them--
No cloth bunching, grating, catching sweat.
Open air and flesh caressing flesh,
Tongues and lips and hungry fingers
Grasping at smooth moonlit bodies,

Rolling into shallow waves,
Delicately, desperately, spreading
Sliding,
Submitting,
And rocking against gentle tides with
Small, animal groans and flushed cheeks.
Unclenched souls, unbound bodies,
Unchecked passion.

One climax that rides gentle thrusts
Into the lake, onto the beach
Widens the moon's sultry eye and
Rearranges constellations.

And yet we sit on the beach.
As he takes another drag the god watches us.
With a wave he winks,
And I slide my hand into her back pocket.