Your eyes meet the moonshine
wide and open as sunrise
with a wink as short as dusk.
When they happen upon mine
I really can't tell lies
you see clean through my husk.
Stars settle into the hills
after dipping through the night
and deep into the wine.
With little between our wills,
celestial bodies passing from sight
discover your hands in mine.
Last night we cast our shades
into pitch over the skies
to light another day.
Your eyes were moonshine
your hair was darkest night
and your skin was milky way.
The sound of coming waves
wakes us on love's warm sands
with your head upon my chest.
Blindly feeling where we laid
our garments over grass's tiny wands
making a magic nest.
Guilded by the dews embrace
we skim through shades of shame
emerging face to face:
If those burn that get too close,
attracted to the blue of flame,
will we wish a lower dose?
Briskly seeking where we lost
our clothing without trace,
but failing not, comets
blaze straight across
the heavens in a race
before interstellar waves.
We will return another night
before the dimming of our eyes
when the green aurora shows
how to lift our wishes
to a greater height
than evening's first star knows.