for sasha on her birthday

Two persons
looking at the moon
trace an arc
over the globe.

I drew two arcs
tonight,
thinking of a man
and of a woman.

She, I find in sleep;
a small crease
hidden in the curve
of her shoulder,
hiding, a pearl.

He, once,
I watched sleeping:
white legs are pillars--
more moons?
stacked high
under the blanket.