There’s half a moon out tonight

The dark....part crazy, part fevered 

A guitar solo flows through my head

We dive in, tit for tat, tête-à-tête

We forget the band is playing

Amid your laughter and my butterflies

The music finished, our friends gone

Left like pine cones about to plunge

One little shake and all falls round

In no time slipping key inside door 

In the living room we kiss on couch

Kisses full of purpose, imparting plans

I plant one on the nape of your neck

Your dress red, I taste wine on the tongue

And after our action satisfaction

We lie, looking up at the moon through your window

The light in my eyes, feels like the touch of your skin

Smooth, warm, delicate, fevered

The pine cones fall and I cannot hear them hit the ground