When Two Lights Overlap

What if we could meet
as if we had never met,
all that spilt milk now
under the bridge
on a moonlit night?

Hello, Moonbeam;
I'm Starshine,
and both
yours and mine
we magnify,
too bright to light
the truth of gifts

that as we lie
there seems a casting
known by each
as best perfects
perfection.

I, leaning on one elbow,
here, legs just so,
spine just thus
and under the glow
of a silken worm
the strands of lust
and logic laced
profoundly,
and you, there reclining
in a maddening pose,
rapted inebriation's
solemn bough,
dangle a cluster
of the widening fruit
chaste of all proclivities
save one
to be divine,
and I to worship
should the same roll through,
and so, destiny,
the crossing of the two,
a Moonbeam
and the scattered thoughts
of Starlight's dreaming.
That would be
illuminating.

runningturtle87