More than once I’ve moon bathed
It happened last night
Alignment mattered
Old friend Menot
The window
My bed
Me
A delicate White moth of light wakes me
A washed with illumined presence
My body
Receptive
My soul
Receptive
Ah you I say
The air feels soft like water
Dappled purity dancing through me
Drowsy
I smile contentment
Swimming back to sleep