Dancing with the Moon

When I know it’s wrong.

I’m flawed and conflicted
But you’re my weakness—
I want what is perfect.

My hands are covered
With the veneer of paint
From your fallen idols;

I could have made you mine
But I’d have to live in denial.

To be with me,
You have to learn my code—
The where and when of all my words.

It’s not difficult
But time consuming;
Not Princeton or Yale
But a different kind of schooling.

You have to be patient with things
Imperceptible to you,
Flowers turn and move—
You deny it, but they do.

Just leave out the passion
But leave in the rapture
Of mermaids singing
Cloaked in clouds of spume,

Come away, colleen,
Incant the ancient mystery...
Let’s go dancing with the moon.