Novas

The late hour is reduced to us
as we gaze upon this sky of wonder.
I offer you a bouquet of stars
and an embrace of forever.

Our bodies become catalysts
to a touch that bears ecstasy.
Your breath kisses awareness
as your fluid caress gracefully quenches unity.

Seeds of passion scatter as desire blooms.
Reality and fantasy coexist in our universe of now.

Naked moonlit canvas,
Teased by restless shadows.
Cool night air kindly blankets our fiery presence
as we explore the galaxy of bliss.


*Though I tried other phrases, I chose to risk repetition with a
previous poem with the line 'in our universe of now'. It just seemed
to best express the feeling I wanted to portray.

**Novas: Stars that brighten intensely and then gradually dim.

-Willard