Night Of The Bay Moon Poem by Salvatore Ala

The bay moon crawls into the room
eight arms full of lunar presence

undulating with its own intelligence
writing visibly from within

it makes our skin all one color
before laying down on our bed

drawing in the tide
with the tenderness of its limbs

until we are the dream lovers
of each other

its reflection on the water
peering into its own distant eye

with a gentle voice that shares voices
with vanishing ink