In youth we once
Walked as one, sly
Moonlight leaving silver
Dollars where day had hung.
But leaves,
Hand in hand in hand,
Closer than any mystery,
Our mingled spirits trod
Familiar ways to our
Tryst amidst the trees.
Needs revealed and
Nightly satisfied, sated in
That dappled glade;
Flesh was freed and of
Our lust a love was made.
And made to last 'til
Next our steps,
Of their own accord,
Brought us back to
Once more ford
No stream of dream but
That moonlit flow that
Lover's hearts do not
Need to see to know.
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