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.