Away in the night I whisk you
Far from human habitation
To a cliff where the restless ocean
Serves as a percussion section
Wagner would have died for
And the crickets and cicadas
Bow and pluck their strings
While frogs sing like woodwinds.
As the symphony orchestra performs
We dance beneath the night sky.
The moon peeks over the mountain range
And as it rises the moonbeams caress you
Like strands of silk softening your appearance
To match the feel of your velvet skin
So that when I hold you close
I feel I am embracing a warm cloud.
The orchestra’s tempo is increased
The moon soars higher and the stars twirl above us.
I kiss your neck, intoxicated with your scent,
Then gaze into your eyes glinting in the surreal light.
Inside me emotions rise like molten lava
Pushing to escape a volcano’s throat
But all that bursts out is,
“It may be moon silk madness, baby-
I couldn’t love anyone but you.”
You smile gently, knowingly.
The orchestra pauses for a beat-
Just long enough for you to pull me closer
Because you like what I said.