A Single Star Will Show Itself

Rumored or written somewhere,

the way, the path,

to touching uncoerced,

to flowing swiftly,

channels twinned,

to babbling on and silky,

involves the growling, guttural talk

of tigers,

or a passionate taste

of dark and chocolate,

or the silver leap of fish

or, yes,

to hope or, yes,

to lifting us

on swaying limbs of flowering trees,

full pink and showering

the bay below,

you wrapped in my arms,

me snuggled up in yours.

Rumored or written somewhere,

or handmade

to suit myself,

and sung to you

that were we to wait that way

for the new moon’s rising sliver,

a single star will show itself

and light our dreaming way.