Gibbous

Nervousness in the darkness.
A comma ends your flat smile.
__________The park
has been closed since 10
we agree
__________under sudden
filigree of shadows -- branches
_____groan over our heads.

Night's razor nicks
__________moon's edge,
cuts the moon loose from a cloud.
Now we're surrounded:  a crowd
of old growth trunks
glow whitely, warm
with promises that storms
survived, overcome

are settings for slow quiet
as gold is for gems.
You take my arm, then
you walk me
downhill
past a vigilant wood
peopled by Love's ghosts
and ubiquitous Need.