We made love last night
beneath the stars.
The moon Cyclopetic eye
unblinking
staring us down
uncovering our bodies of the darkness
like naked roots
we tangled ourselves
thighs and elbows heavy fruit
shiny as winter chestnuts.
Body of the man I love-
bitten mouth,tangerine lips
rose petal surprise of tongue,
Icould wander the continent
of your golden valleys
without ceasing
and delight each day
is discovering
a new dawn
rising from the depths
of your mysterious being.