Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 4

David Arthur at work photo by William James Lindberg

Resident Artist 2, No.4: MOONBLINDS

Tired bodies, jostled hair and a pool of sweat

remind me the moon watched us dance last night.

Eavesdropping at your exhales while I

painted the canvas of your body with my lips.

Softly illuminating the bedroom with it’s glow

as we searched for each others climax.

The strings of moon-glow through blinds

puppetteered us to sleep.

I felt you move at my back as we woke

to sun warmth creeping through window breaks.

I turn to watch your eyes peek open

and whisper “good morning” in your ear.

You lift yourself upright and I watch the sun

stripe through to compliment your bareback.

I lean over and command you

to lay back down using no words.

So the sun does not get jealous

of what the moon witnessed.

(First Published in Backhanded Compliments by David Arthur, Three Frogs Swimming Press)