The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009

Moontime

I wait to grow feathers and wings,

settle beside you at the end of our flight.

I feel a breeze at my neck,

moonlight hums at my throat.

I hear the whisper of a pulse

when I say your name.

Suddenly I feel your voice

in my mouth.

I see your reflection in the mirror,

flinch, and look away.

My face to the wall—

yours stares through

from the other side.

Lara Gularte