Moonlight
melts
languidly
on liquid lakes
like suds on dishes
like snow on windows
like thicker skin over age-old scars.
Moonlight
floats
momentarily
on rippling reflections
like the tingle after kisses
like the scent after sex
like the pain after parting.
Moonlight
flirts on the water
to divine
whether the depth
is worth the dive.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
Repost for a week of Moons and Stars