Peeling moonlight from your skin, white
Ripples as I touch your breasts,
As you touch mine. Together we peel layer
By layer. For this moment, you promise,
We are one, coiled together, dew misting
Our skin, darkness widening our eyes.

I'm the first, again you promise, to feel
The wind through these oaks and your flesh
Tender against mine. But I know you made
Love here before: other women, other men,
The statues all around. I will never leave,
I know, so I pray you let the moment last.


Copyright 2010 by David Alastair Hayden

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