On the darkest night, the moon's image relected on the sea.
There was something in the glow that told us we were free.
Free to shed our swimsuits on the sand
And race into the water, giggling, hand in hand.
Once wet, the laughter died as we joined in an embrace--
The goosebumps on our arms, the moonlight on his face.
Though nude, we were not cool for long,
Our passion found its heated song
And in that kiss.
We found our bliss.
Mr. Moon, how many others could you see
Souls dancing, like my love and me?
What was in that golden glow that seemed to act
Like a natural aphrodisiac?
And why is it now that we're mature
We've grown indifferent to your lure?
Oh, to be young again and full of hell,
And once again feel the magic of your spell!
an original poem by Eva Gallant