Slow dance, floating off the ground,
the whisper of stars, no one around.
Your hands inside mine, soft, tender.
The has come and I am your defender.
That silky blonde hair with dark roots
and the crown of stars that time loots,
is still shining here as we dance together.
A spring night, the sky bible black leather.
No gravity and no past as we kiss, in the sky.
The girl you were, the boy I was, still testify.
The moon is the light that draws our breath.
In remembrance, there is still a little death.
I sing words forgotten, but new in starlight.
Your soft body, warm, is a sacred delight.
We hold close, both young and corrupted,
both innocent and whole and interrupted.
We hold close, safe in our hearts, if not life.
I am your shattered jester, you’re my healing wife.
Like angels, we won’t touch the ground, not till waking.
In the morning, will only be the memory of love making.