You are as naked as my love:
Unclothed, uncovered, sensual.
White moonbeams kiss you from above
And cast shadows, still and skeletal.
My fingers touch your parted lips.
Your soft hand feels my beating heart.
I kiss your thighs, your silky hips.
You slowly spread your legs apart.
Your legs grow long in the dim light
And flower in a fine petal.
Like blooming jasmine in the night,
You unfurl and slowly settle.
Our home stands on a rocky hill.
The sea breaks against stones beneath.
Through the window white moonbeams spill,
As creamy as a hyacinth.
Love is stronger than a feeling.
Love is blood for the human heart.
Love is folk theft, without stealing,
Cares taken as subtly as art.
Dreams are deeper than the ocean.
Our sleep together is a dream.
My eyes close. I feel your motion,
Wavelike in the moonlight’s white beam.
The deep night washes over us
As we emerge from breathless drowning:
The little death, the intimate lust,
At once nothing and surrounding.
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