at midnight

with crossed arms of ivory,
and a few many moles sprinkled all over,
she pulls a bit more
until the shirt’s off
and the shiny strapped shoes are, too.
her hair’s down, flowing,
and her mind is free,
the cold ripples first enwrap her toes, then her legs, and finally her belly.
she glides into the water,
and into the glistening moonlight,
the silver one,
like a nymph.

lost in myth and mystery,
you follow,
knowing fully
that you’ll return home

even if only a little.
definitely forever.