Silver White Reflections Poem by Jeremy Farmer

Clouds scatter beneath waxing moon
and her sensual fullness silently reflects
silver white in the long grasses of the wild meadow
as we listen to the breeze of late summer
mingling with the soft sounds of night
a night made for kissing
as fingers tango lightly on skin
to the natural rhythm of rustling grass
and her sighs sing over the air of the summer evening
the soft whisper of her name as our lips meet
delicate and soft yet demanding
as the dancing fingers chill her heat
and the moon glows brighter
in the fullness of love