HIGH on A High and Windy Hill

I grabbed her fawning hands to mine
and we danced on the dish of the moon
serenaded by a loon's rollicking tune


that could not keep up with our contorted sighs
of busy Eros who soon began echoing our passion cries
in and out, in and out,
back and forth, back and forth,
an endless resounding of ecstatic shouts...

till we finally lay back
in love's little death, almost out of breath,
watching how the jokey sun
was rising in the west,
and how our still insatiable kisses
were flying off our lips with clownish grins
into the banditry of the screaming wind....