Beneath the night's full moon
we flow like water.
Together, no longer "you" or "I."
Passions lapping at
the banks of our flesh.
Undercurrents of love,
ebbing to and fro.
Rippling waves crest at
the simplest caresses.
Sweetest babbling of
soft muffled sighs.
Flowing like the stream,
lost in love's dream.
Reflections of desire flashing
in the calm pools of our love
reflected by the moon's
silent, soulful gaze.
And as the stream
has no true beginning
and no true end ...
such is with our love.
