Full Moon

Light plays across my soul with the taunting touch of a lover resting softly on places once dead now unfolding, surprised by color, texture, warmth But then - gone no, there, again, flitting lighting yet another gray valley arousing emotion where none had existed, or maybe had once but learn-ed dullness caused it to retreat hide Feathersoft, erratic, even playful movements my mind tries to anticipate or follow in vain only able to allow the play to entice, licking away thin layers of doubt, regret, shame. Spaces where only a “now” blossoms - shyly first, then emboldened by each random touch