Beneath The Stars

We start out
beneath the stars
night walking
hand in hand
warm breezes whispering
yes…yes…yes…
through swaying branches.

Words flow from our lips
like cooing doves
and lutes
singing passion from Eden’s
lush flesh
to myriad’s of splendor-fields
above us.

Sparks Hill,
between the stars
and dimmer lights below
unfolds her spread,
dark green and clover-blossom soft.

The touch
the touch
the touch
imaging the glory
where we began.