In the Lake, Under the Moon

Water beneath air thick
with spite
you say
I must come in.

Your bottomless eyes:
my
pipe dreams.

I hold myself
on the edge of the dock
let mosquitos feast
tell them
to be gentle. You tell me

to write about you
and this lake
because today
you care about what I love.

But the two of you
have nothing
in common. Except
tonight
 
you are both absolved
by the same moon.