You kissed me beneath the harvest moon. Your breath pressed close to me, brushing my face with your beard, crushing me to you, nothing between us but desire.
Sated from a feast and hours of loving and preparing to feast yet again from our private table.
Never enough, sweet sleepless nights blending one into the other, a sacred joining like no other, consecrated in water, sunshine, dark nights, moon and stars, fire and molten metal, burning brightly, never dimming.
Tonight the great winter moon shines above me and I mourn you, torn apart by love, forever yearning, moon after moon, standing there apart but together, a sacred joining.
Always shining for you,