Came Together

The moon peaking above the treeline, An orange so vivid and bright. As it slowly rises higher in the sky, The color begins to fade. To a the most purest if white. I remember the first touch, That started it all. The touch, So soft, So sensual. I can still feel your fingers, Linger on my face. The taste of your kiss, Still imprinted on my lips. The smell of wet grass, As the dew begins to form. The night in it's entirety, Captured in my mind, Then captured in words The night we came together....