Night music

as the sun slides down into our eyes
and shadows thicken about our feet
she turns and dives
into a river of sound

singing with mouth gone wild
singing water and strewn stars and white fire
her rhythm cold waves splashing
we taste the salt of our own tongues

on the dark grass we are stung awake
all strung like stars across the night
sparked into awareness and sense
listening in perfect tension

breathing with her every breath
moving as she moves herself
rolling through tempo and tone
like a wave, like a flame

until, at last, she stops, and we move
only to a rocking wake
as we sit breathing in
the wash of black night's silence