And I saw you there, standing,

your hair framing your face,

your body, lines and angles,

your mouth set in pursuit

of naked sheer pleasure.

And I saw your eyes

shining with reckless desire, 

defying the world we knew.

The garden held us tight,

our story is hidden there,

under scented leaves,

bound to live in memory,

treasured by distant stars

and locked in the moonlight.