When we walked
in the gentle night,
through dark woods.
And our dreams and our coattails
dragged softly behind us.
I knelt to pluck
a single flower from the earth,
too singular and beautiful to just let be.
And your face was like the moon
and your eyes like the stars.
I moved up against you and in
to taste the heavens.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 