Guitar

His thigh pressed
against her round
hip
Calloused fingers
flutter over
thin neck
urge Canon in D
from wide
hungry
belly

We sit
with mugs of
Mate while
outside
the bruised sky
laughs
a wide mouth
splattering stars
Pine boughs droop
under wet of winter
Coyote paws puncture
snow

I watch steam
from red mugs curl
pages inked
in silent symbols
his eyes closed
stretched hands
issue steady march
of copper music

Coyote yells at
yellow moon
pinched between
crooked fingers
of naked trees