The moon was out last night dropping his clothes in the garden
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Like a patchwork robe he spread night across the grass and junipers;
There we lay on our backs and played checkers with the stars.
I looked at him and caught the tail of a comet in his eyes
holding tight I dove into those black pools,
swam naked through the inky sky, like a little fish
Leaving silvery scales where I kissed his skin.