In a dream I saw a face
Which was half the moon and
Half a woman's face.
I said, "You are so beautiful."
She said, "I am dying."
In a lake, at night, in summer,
We swam naked;
I offered myself just below the surface,
She did the same for me from just above.
I relaxed and let my body float up--
She let herself float down;
And when we met,
We called that making love.
Now, I am as still as the stars in the moment of a kiss--
I am not all I wanted to be,
But I am more than I was before that night.
"Darling," I whispered, "I don't want you to leave."
She wrapped herself around me and said, "I already have..."
So I gave her a garland of poems and a touch of fingertips,
And sweetly lied that I would be all right.
Thanks to Cloudia, who introduced me to the story of Chang-O and the Moon Rabbit. I have taken certain liberties with it here.