If there should be a moon above the hill <br />To-night, dip down with me into the sea <br />Of our first passion, and, with naked glee, <br />Breathe its ripe wonder to our beings’ fill. <br />O, as the moonbeams on the violets spill <br />Rivers of uncontrolled felicity, <br />We’ll tune our bodies to a melody <br />And set our pulses to a poet’s thrill. <br /> <br />Love…Love…Your hot lips tremble on my eyes. <br />You droop. You swoon in silence over me… <br />Heaven, out of yours, my very eyelids sup. <br />The stars are running out of Paradise… <br />I languish, perfumed with expectancy… <br />Beloved, kiss me, for the moon is up.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-xxi/
