A Kiss in the Moonlight

When his skin touches mine
his soul bores holes into my soul.
His lips,
my hands on his heart.
He whispers his name to my mind,
and I hear no other sound.

So when the morning comes,
in his arms,
I see the stars of promises.

He speaks my name to the universe.
I speak his name to the heavens.

When the silver moon comes
to claim what is ours,
I shall kiss the ground
where we planted our seed,
where we,
in love and life,
made our vows.