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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