Clear night, beckons youthful lovers
To a meadow lush and silky green
Amorous wafts twirling beneath the stars
That shimmer, above this glamorous seen.
Refreshing and scented
Angels dancing to a beautiful sight
Gossip and laughter sparks of light
The moon then said
Before she fled
These are secrets of the night.
Merging with silence
Harmony compelling them to be
One, in the arms of each other’s company
Not two, not separate, angelic forms, sweet love making…
The mist soon glides stealthily
As though a blanket covering a holy act
Aroma of perfume mixed with bodily perspiration
Fills the air with redolence of innocence
What a delight!
But the night is almost over
First light in sight!
Copyright © Michael Quinn | Year Posted 2015
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