It was the soft glow of moonlight
carressing your velvet dress..
That!..was the clarion call..
It was the mingling of a cool
evening mist and the smell of
salt air that spoiled my strength..
It was the gentle slap of ocean
waves against the old wooden
row boat as we made our way
to the lighthouse..
Your giggles danced accross a
midnight sea..and for this night,
this very night..time fell asleep
Quickly I tied the boat to that sea
sprayed pylon..
You snatched up the last two bottles
of wine and we raced up the shakey
iron spiral stairs..
And slumbered into each others arms
our wine breathed kisses heard the
oceans song-
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