The moon is out tonight and I am stirring in the final remnants of both night and summer your voice still collecting in my ear and between my neck because I want to take you with me when I fall inside the clouds that carry pyramids and snowed mountains rivers white and sparkling and every ageless star that dared to mock my laughter with its dust and I am waiting darling waiting for you to find me between the pine and brick so that leaves can remain still while we enter each other like menthol mists while the birds signal bright eddies in expanse that nails my chest against the cold when I want to be warm between your shoulders ensconced in your breath and private recollection a reverie of what will be, what will be when September fades into the moon. I wish you were here.