the moonlight's dancing on the surface
of the pool. or are the street lights? i
don't know, i can't remember, i don't
care to remember. or do i? i think
our feet were in the water, toes
dipping into the cool. i think it was
hot outside but then again it was deep
into the night. i think it was the summer
but it could have been just the fall. we
were talking, always talking, long walks
down the empty neighborhood roads
at midnight and the witching hour, our
hearts spilling into the street, our secrets
falling from our mouths like flaming stars
lighting up the night for a moment, hovering
in between our moonlit faces. or was it just
the streetlamps?
