moonlight – R. Brookes McKenzie

when you left the garden
toting those cases of beer,
somehow accidentally-on-purpose
the door got closed and
he and I were suddenly locked out,
together, alone.

I was downright
thrilled. there was something magical
in the air that night, and I
wanted to drink it in,
silvery and heady as
midnight dew in the tiny cups
of night-blooming flowers.
the sky felt like
there should be a full moon,
though I’m pretty sure
there wasn’t.