Approaching the full moon
tonight had a different hue
our third lunation somehow less charged
    rose-colored film replacing the spotlight white.
You were tired, but softly vibrant
you were complimentary
but real.
We sat close
sharing the space
in a quieter and yet more full way
than our usual. 

Full moons are about manifesting
what’s already begun.
Out of our control
it’s looming huge 
    and breathtakingly commanding.
You’re my luminary
I’m following you down path after path
each strikingly mercurial
as if I’ve somehow forgotten
how the subtle waxing and waning always ends up
creating a whole.