Moon eyes, so they seemed,
gentle like the rise of night
when dusk gives way to dreamy ways
when rest means more than effort
when we seek solace of our wishes
and wonder if in this night’s heat
passions find us again…
In a slow dance like the way we reach-
joined in time and place to another-
to make a bridge of warm wet air;
I watch her dance, and moon eyes speak
as in the silence of soft silver beams
of mysteries sought and found in her face
as if beauty answered each question—for now
Moon eyes float above a seductive dance
and a hot summer night, begins to steam…
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