With each quick breath her breast waxes and wanes

With each quick breath her breast waxes and wanes
just like the Moon, my feet wander the shells
in the dull dusk. I imagine the blood in her veins

and the muscles on her bones. Is that the scale
of Libra on the ecliptic? A black widow
built a nest in the woods, the soft white veil

kept her a mystery. I could hear the cows
from a half mile away begin to disclose
themselves through their song. The tall cypress shadow

confused the knees and roots, I'm starting to lose
the Moon in the leaves. Her two lungs can't contain
these words for love, she is my simple purpose

and object in the world. The Sunlight stains
the undulating clouds as her soft belly wanes.