We kissed last night,
the stars our audience,
the eyes of the moon
stared us down,
uncovering our bodies of the darkness,
like the naked roots.
The lips of the man I love,
bitten mouth, tangerine lips
rose petal tongue.
I could wander the territory,
explore your golden valleys,
without ceasing,
and delight each day,
in discovering a new dawn,
rising form the depths
of your
mysterious being.

by Pam Morris

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