One hot summer night beneath a rabbit-eared moon, they walked hand in hand. They were engaged in candid thoughts, dreams and visions of life adjusted to the highest good of each. They sat on a River Run park bench head to head, attuned to the speechless earth-songs harmonizing in balance. Can anything be better than this? You seek me as I am unknown to even myself. I have seen minimal certainty, yet a child's intuition crows sure endorsed by a real summer moon. Romance is a lunatic I can't live without-- an appetite too overwhelming to resist sparkling pure and fresh from your moist, longing eyes. The gentleman above spoke in my sense, saying, "Why fear the heat of the night?" Maybe because I think it can consume me? But I do need the sweltering tropical fever seen in the lunar fullness aroused in us.
Silly Rabbit
06
May