They set the scene with the full moon.
The balmy night air as warm as their hearts.
Sharing the dawns announce as the night departs.
On their love there will be light soon.
The turbulence of union settles down.
Their light conversation moves in circles.
Their lovebird halos float turning from red to purple.
The very sight of them would ease a hard frown.
Love so warm the night could hardly absorb it.
So fresh transforming into morning´s blessing.
So ripe like tropical spring mangos.
Such a flame in the way they fit.
Such a game as their spirit´s wrestle.
As they tussle in moonlight flow.
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