This Lucky Moonsong Mine
Nestled here beside you, night fell without a single care,
though pins and needles may soon claim arm's clutch.
Precious time all mine, drunk on the smell of you so near,
would stay beside 'til last loss of feeling touch.
Is that your heartbeat caught in soft pulsing fingers..?
or perhaps mine, trembling now in anticipation.
This magic voice under bright crescent moon, lingers,
finally rememb'ring love's sweet translation.
We quit all the old games, forgot their petty names..,
two lovers, sought youth again, with loving wings.
No, that's not a tear of sadness, my heart alight in gladness,
this luckiest of fools, caught in rapt angel eyes, sings!
Irrational, gibbering song grips moonstruck heart so thrilled,
though I really don't give a damn.
Passion felt in quivering, longing lips, more any wish yet fulfilled,
makes me glad that I'm a man.
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