I will remember even the moon

wanted in, greeting us, mandarin full

in a tarmac sky, when we tumbled

from the day, as if it could hitch

its show to the ribboned tail

that tugged us, a floating

joy immune to future

habit, a host of biding wants.

Our limbs were water-lulled

and sun-rinsed, our cheeks stained

with laughter, loose rounds of unbroken

story, remembered belonging,

our bodies a sweet haunting

of moments too perfect

to catch or keep, plucked

from a gossamer in between,

a rush of halcyon breath.