Storm Over Waters

The moon peers in through
the looking glass, lighting our
tidal island. Its gaze shivers black
coverings in hypnotic, silk reflections.
Small ripples like an ocean's  
surface roll and break and change
directions with her sly deliberation. We  
float here, two figures resisting magnetic
pulls only inches apart.  
 
All around us, cold waves lap salty skin, as  
I do, and graze warm shapes; her purrs the
thunder of a coming storm, her fingernails
trace and conjure lightning. As night falls
deeper, eyes of blue ice dance and swirl and
cast like auroras through the wan light. Her
come hither under breath is a siren's song.  
 
It is a chance to take, treading waves, seeing who can
stay above water the longest.