Twilight is ending.

I believe I will
take a walk
to the moon
and sample
some piquant peaches
dripping with light.

I'll bring some back
for you.

We will wantonly
consume them
and lick the juices
from each other's face
until we radiate
their succulent
alabaster perfection
and glow together.

That is the true meaning
of Good Evening.

  ~mce