The moon walks with me through the night,
Gliding in between the trees
Like any laughing, glancing girl
Who loves, but better loves to tease.
She lifts a corner of the clouds
Pretends, and then decides to go.
Breathless the world and I stand by.
She knows the art of being slow.
Dark clouds become mere gossamers
Burning with her body’s light.
Though veiled, her loveliness engulfs
The far recesses of the night.
One proud step, and now she’s out
Pacing the polished floor of heaven,
As naked as a golden plum
She tempts, but never will be given.
Stepping slowly in conscious glory
Her body she displays, nor cares.
Formal chasms guard her from
The consummation of our stares.
My love walks with me through the night
Disdaining all pretence to please.
She is a thousand miles away
Though here beside me in the trees.