by Emma McFarland
I watched in the dimming evening’s light
The milk light of moon shone thick and bright
Laid white upon your supple skin
Full red lips drawn up and thin
Honeydew hair flung over shoulders bold
Hands warm and sweet and careful to hold
In between mine they did lay
Cold reach heat like the night to day
O, sweet providence, might I declare
Any deep night I find my light standing there
Justice to your splendor could never be done
Not by any words, none even Sappho had sung
O, let us be lain under the moon’s milk light
In the always ever gentle throes of the night