This poem was published in the Introduction of my novel, "The Tropics."

Moonlight glistens on the frosted jalousies
making them seem like bars on the windows,
but horizontal and scintillating,
very freeing,
as tradewinds waft into the room
and billow the curtains.
I breathe in response,
hear the rhythm of the surf,
and lay spread eagle, uncovered,
falling asleep knowing moonlight
will slow dance across my bed,
washing over my naked body,
with its rhythm as the moon shifts
in the sky
from one window to another
projecting a square of radiance
that distorts and elongates
as the reflection slips
around the room
which becomes lighter with the rising sun;
moonlight awash with sunlight merging,
when I’ll wake and rise and walk into the glowing
and stretch in a bath of light.