Moon

Barefoot on the damp deck, I look up to the moon. 

She is out, out in the open night - whole, bright, and naked. 

I speak of my longing to live in my full joy, love, and power, to be like the moon, to be a being in my brilliance, out in the open - whole, bright, and naked. Naked as in pure. Naked as in authentic. Naked as in free.  

The wind blows then on my skin.

And it feels like a kiss. It feels like a yes.