In our imagination, we danced on Saturn's rings,
swallowing stardust and all other galactic things,
creating galaxies with the colliding of our lips,
accompanied by the harmonies of our hips.
The twinkling stars beneath your feet caress you gently,
the moon bears witness to this moment and hums tenderly.
I watched as your body moved in such a hypnotic motion,
my love increased and so did my devotion.
The unique conversations between our souls transcends the greed of flesh,
I crave the music your lips play,
I resonate with the nuances in your breath.
You captured me like the moonlight was captured in your eyes.
One of my less haunting and beautiful poems. I feel as though there's something missing. Maybe the moon will tell me what it is tonight.
