“While we were not looking
the dogwood faded
and is best forgotten
leaving the moment uncluttered:
the ascendant moon, lighting
your flesh as it blossoms
in its own season,
comes full like the moon
in the fullness of time.”
— Michael Foster, from “Time to Embrace,” Intimate Kisses: Tne Poetry of Sexual Pleasure, ed. Wendy Maltz (New World Library, 2001)













