The moon hangs above two lovers
from all they want.
Their lips speak a language
of their own.
There need be no explanation
of the urges articulated
twisting and turning as the misty morning
makes itself known.
They have been pulled under waves
that crash through their fingers
and linger on their tongues
Altering how they hold each others heart
within the soil of their being,
worn as a scent displayed as beauty
that can only be
from heaven above.
A walk of response places in full view
conversations that cannot
Their hearts overflow with sweet passion
face to face,
remembering how the moon hung sweetly
singing stories of adoration
from this precious place.