HIGH on a High and Windy Hill ( a somewhat different version from the non-audio posted June 13, 2014)

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 loud passion cries  
Echoing hill to hill  
Back and forth In and out  
Crescendoing into ecstatic shouts  
 
Easing us finally to love's little death  
Nearly out of breath  
As we watched the jokey sun rising in the west  
And how our tired kisses were flying off our lips  
Into the clownish banditry of the wind's harsh riffs