And I saw you there, standing,
your hair framing your face,
your body, lines and angles,
your mouth set in pursuit
of naked sheer pleasure.
And I saw your eyes
shining with reckless desire,
defying the world we knew.
The garden held us tight,
our story is hidden there,
under scented leaves,
bound to live in memory,
treasured by distant stars
and locked in the moonlight.
