Amoureuse, by Christine Ann Clatworthy


If I could keep
just one moment in time
it would be this –
right here, right now.   A glass beside our bed
quivers in the moonlight,
brimful with liquid silver;   arms above her head
she lies, like branches
of a cherry tree, heavy
with blossom.   Tangled sheets bind my feet
but I am a willing prisoner,
and through an open window
I can hear the stars sing. - Christine Ann Clatworthy

Christine Ann Clatworthy