The moonshadow danced, a dance of light through your blinds. A trick of light, a light touch upon naked skin. And you laugh, and you move, with the rhythm of the moon.

Like a whisper of passion between two bodies, or a wave of ecstasy, crashing hard against our shores. Unyelding, wave after wave, without end, and no begining.

So I surrender, to the relentless power of the motion, the light nearly blinding, the dance overbearing. Driving us on, along this path together, guided alone by the moonshadow.

You move the length of my skin, as silk. And you smile, your face caught, captured, and painted by the light, forever in my mind.

Our breath exalted, caught up in the dance. And we move slow with the rhythm of the moon, together we become one...

©1995 a mad poet