Making love, with Grandmother Moon
Lighting our way
Illuminating our union
as a melded shadow on the DRY Earth
The night our only blanket
The cadence of our joined breath
Singing the harmony
to the cricket's serenade
You hold me close
As close as you ever have
And I, while being held, feel
More freedom than I have ever known
As we crescendo to our connected climax
the rain gently washes us clean
Father Sky, pouring out his approval
of our sacred, tangled love in the now MOIST mud
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