(This is an old Poem I’m quite pleased with.)
We sat together, the moonlight
dribbling over us like shadow, its
fluid motion holding us together.
Your eyes glowed, and you went on
like a typewriter (your arm around me,
and your heart in my lap).
Curves and hills lay out your dress,
your scent blew at me like a geyser, and
my voice lay caught in your dream-catcher.
Hazel eyes – a mystery to God – shook my soul, so
your naked grin touched my lips…
and you lay curled around me like a cat.