you made love to me under the moon

the wisps of your hair sticking
to your forehead

and our muffled lovemoans
just barely reaching past our lips

the grass was so soft.


you made love to my body under the moon

the wooden chimes on your porch clocking against each other,
a crisp hollow sound


you were just a little bit tipsy
from 6 beers
and buzzed from the nicotine
our breath

matching and climbing

our tongues
tasted like smoke

i love this memory

because it was the most spontaneous,
wonderful thing i could have ever dreamed up.

nervous, yet the world was so calm around us

while the owls in the trees
and the moon

watched,

you made love to me
that summer night

in your backyard