the moon continues to dream
moonbeams gleam
delicate shimmer
passion is a poem
I yearn with anticipation
to be your lover
and make you
touch you and
kiss you
hold you
your honey
drips ,oozes and drizzles
into the universe
as we soar softly
belief in echo
imagery
so conditioned
our bare bodies buzz
like fluttering wings of dragonflies
and the moon continues to dream