Fire & Wane

That night in the forest,
you said that my hair
reminded you of pale fire
as it lay across your thighs

That night beneath the canopy,
when the rain came finally,
green smoke lit the branches
and drifted into its heights

You said that i was
your deep end of the ocean,
that my saltiness
made you thirsty for more

and as we made bare shelter
of arms and boughs and
the soft curve of the gully
where the rain had poured-

i became that fire for you,
my skin the wane of the moon
and making us a temple of the evergreen
we slept in its silence like a womb.