Enraptured

She leans against me,
her face upturned to the moonlight.

Her eyes are closed and our fingers
lightly grip in knowing sequence.

Her breath contains the molecules
of every ancient soul,
for she enfolds the sum desires
of a billion lifetimes.

I move to shift my arm
around her shoulder,
not that cold air invades
her giving space.

Her eyes unclasp
and from her lips
a word emits
a sense of pleasure.

She says my name
and asks something
about the sky and how
the stars evolved.

I cannot say,
for in her face
a heaven dances
that makes my mind

a blank.

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