procidens in synchronum chorus

ah, to be draped only in

the silver tongue of moonlight

a sheen of glistening skin

water dripping from each

tendril of loose hair

a body moving toward shore

each step

an ever growing

sight before thee

inch by inch

becoming clearer

a form tenderly touched

by that cosmic radiance

starlight’s kiss

midnight swim

in the arms of a love

so deep

you could drown in the sky

or float while on the ground