We bedded with moss and leaf and sand
drenched in that evening’s rain;
a shimmering surf at our feet
where diamonds and poetry wept on 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 in our ocean waves.
I consumed your fire and fed you mine—
even the trees shut their eyes.