It was glorious and full, that night.
But now, like the moon behind
the cloak of trees
I wonder why, I was not
a little shier, with you.
Could it be, I was so inspired,
the prospect of a future world, ours.
Where not one but two fullsome moons,
can be summoned up;
drawn down upon us and our gaze.
Two, together, to illuminate and bathe
the bed in which we touch.
Finally cloaks, shields and business of a long day,
cast aside, in full moon abandon. No one to touch us, but each
and our one moon attendant,
there, my love.