dim as moonbeams

we made love without removing clothes
both of us so young,
you were afraid God would know

despite inexperience
you kept summer’s glow
you were
- quite
unusual

from the fall of your hair
to the taste of your kiss
& the tension of being
you held in your lips-

dark eyes
that conspired to keep
the midnight til morning

a severity of soul
that betrayed both
your youth
and the cartoon face
of your favorite shirt

august’s decline you answered in rhyme-
summer imprisoned with pen.