Sunday, February 18, 2018

Under the Moon.

Under the Moon

The morning after it was like the sun
Was rising in the east,
The golden sun on that April morning
When we first made love.
It was as if the whole entire world was
Awakening at that very moment,
Filling to the brim of it the way I was filling
Our cups with orange juice,
And drinking it down.
Making love had become just like breathing,
And everyone knew about it but no one
Knew nothing.
It was a secret we had kept during the night,
While we tossed and thrashed among the bed
Covers, looking like banshees going out for
A morning walk.
It was a divine moment the first time our
Lips entwined, like a fiery hot fire of burning
Flames shooting from here to infinity.
Then the caresses and everything in it,
Flesh upon flesh, sheets upon flesh,
And the niceness to it that was everything.
That was the lovemaking on that very first night,
That lasted a lifetime under the moon.
Somewhere, I think, a wolf howled.

Or maybe it was me.

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