The full moon casts silver ribbons
onto dead black floors.
I shiver naked and alone from between
My warm silken sheets
glide ghost-like across the smooth
slick wood surface on cold bare feet
to stare into the dim opaque floor length mirror
near the open bedroom windows.
My pale smooth flesh is perfect now
as it can never be during the harsh light of day
until my shadow slowly melts
back into the moon’s white stare
and I retreat silently back into bed
wrap myself in a cocoon of silk sheets
to await the presence of dreams
that will surely come with sleep.
