Under the blue
of a shattered moon,
pastel dew drops
kissed my skin.
Like petals on the wind,
are the tracings your fingers
left on my shoulders.
Caught in our tumultuous rapture
leaves did pirouette from their branches,
raining down around us.
Resplendent in the moon’s illumination,
glass flowers lapsed into
acquiescence of our demonstration.
Here, among the lolling grasses
cloaked in darkness,
we joined the secrets night withholds
witnessed only by the stellar denomination.
Touched by our connection,
they halted time,
if only for a moment,
etching us in eternity.
In mutual celebration,
creatures of nocturnal preference
created a scene
unveiled only to our
Fireflies whirled in ancestral dance,
birds awoke to sing.
Exposing tender skin to night,
fish crashed through mirrored surfaces, and
grasses bent to caress the ground.
The wild grew tame,
and the tame gave in to the wild
We knew only each other,
under the blue of a shattered moon.
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