The open window beside our bed
Welcomes the light of southern moons
Highlighting the shape of your body
The hill of your waist to upper thigh
I want to drink the moon
From every inch of your form
Hold you in the night as if this world
Stands still just for the two of us merely for a moment
As the smell of the wind and the sounds of the magnolias rusting in the distance float on in
My eyes fall heavy in this paradise of a bed