The stars twinkle
In the dark nighttime sky
I hear you sigh beside me
The crescent moon is glaring
At both of us, sitting near
A quiet stream trickles by
The air is clean and sweet
But a little chilly
I see you shiver;
I offer my jacket,
But you say you're fine
... so fine

I turn my head to look at you
Your eyes are closed,
Face held upward into the sky
You whisper softly:  I'm cold
And I offer my jacket again
This time you accept
You put it on
And then you huddle close
... so close

The moon begins to set
The cresent cut-off midway
Between the sky and the land
I look at you again;
You were watching me
A smile forms on your lips
And one forms on mine, too
You look into my eyes
And then at my mouth
You move closer;
(And I don't shy away)
Your kiss feels soft
... so soft.

1989 July 19