She removed his shirt
and pushed him
into the moonlight.
He became all silvery skin.
And so she painted him—deep black
covered portions of
his arms, his hands, his face,
until finally she moved him out
of the moonlight.
He disappeared,
except for a hand here, a limb there,
and also his eyes, the pale blue,
that reminded her
of the moonlight.
He was only floating pieces,
shining. And silence.
