Beneath the moon

A simple love poem. Nothing sleazy.

We lay beneath the moon

Nothing surrounding us but the silken grass and the black night sky.

Go ahead

Lay your hand in mine

We shall share this night,

Our hands entwined.

 

I want nothing more.

No sex,

No kissing,

Just us,

Our gaze together locked.

 

Eying the stars

Ever so radiant and dazzling against the dark of night.

I cannot think of anything more beautiful;

The resplendent twinkling beaming from yours to mine,

And the yellow moon illuminating your face with her golden shine

 

I move not a muscle

For fear of scaring this moment away.

But the stars begin to dim,

Your breath calming,

And the light sounds of sleep begin to escape from your lips.

 

Your hand, swathed by mine, goes to rest,

And I try to fight the sleep forming in my eyes,

Wishing to repel and resist the coming dawn burning away this moment.

But the battle is futile,

Slumber overtakes, and the morning star is on the horizon.

 

We lay beneath the sun.

Nothing to surround us but the silken grass and the bright blue sky.

Your hand lay in mine;

We shared the night

Our hands entwined.