Monochrome at Midnight

Our eyes trickle off into the void,

the starless sky dominated by the spotlight moon.

Limestone-gravel shadows splay themselves from blades of grass,

slivers of dirt hiding from the slate-grey light of the spotlight moon.

This field, trampled by our love-making,

is now bleak and colorless, bleached by the spotlight moon.

And at the center of attention, the center of the room, the center

of the spotlight,

I am sitting here knees to chin,

listening to summer whisper its promises of arrival

beneath the baleful eye of the

spotlight moon.