We bedded with moss and leaf and sand
drenched in that evening’s rain;
a shimmering surf at our thighs
where diamonds and poetry wept on our ocean waves.
We stirred to passions rising in us,
caressing below an unwatched moon.
Your breath and sweat filled my senses
blossoming and mating with the heat;
like joyous roses in morning light,
they grew to swim naked in our ocean waves.
I consumed your fire and fed you mine—
even the trees shut their eyes.