Passion Poem by Pam Morris

We kissed last night,
the stars our audience,
the eyes of the moon
unblinking,
stared us down,
uncovering our bodies of the darkness,
like the naked roots.
The lips of the man I love,
bitten mouth, tangerine lips
rose petal tongue.
I could wander the territory,
explore your golden valleys,
without ceasing,
and delight each day,
in discovering a new dawn,
rising form the depths
of your
mysterious being.