Under the mighty moon,
on a warm spring night
strolling, with a million stars
as backdrop, and the palm trees
swaying to nature's rhythm,
a beam of light stretched before us,
or was that you and me
gorging the night air
with the light in our eyes?
I can't tell if we were joined
by other lovers, who, no doubt,
follow desire into morning,
to discover the wink of the sun
amazed at the endurance enfolding an eternal kiss.
Perhaps we were left to our own oblivion,
and that is well;
because they would enviably
address each other and say,
"do you love me like that?"