It feels like
pieces of the sky along my shoulders
or bits of wind around my wrist,
or when you
hold a strand of moonlight in your fingers
and twirl in place until
the spinning
takes away your balance
and you are left
cocooned
for just a moment
by the unseen, breathing world,
alive inside the gossamers
of night.
That is a bit like how it feels
to be wrapped up in you.
