The stone
monuments
whisper
hushed words.
Moonlight blushes
at the lovers embrace.
Lips entangled
drinking the
darkness. Out of sight.
Limbs entwined
like vines
climbing the stones
Only the bones
hear their
slight moans
of delight.
The moonlight
flushes
over the land,
as they walk
hand in hand
through the shrubs
and bushes.
Intimate touches,
lips brushing.
Delicately plucking
the shade from
the tree of life.
dining on the finest
feasts of the night.
The stones
look on,
if they had hands
they would
cover their eyes.
The moon shies
behind embarrassed
skies.
The lovers
don't ask why
the light is dulled,
They just smile
lovelorn sighs.
As they dance
in the night.
The skeletal
remains,
Remember
their own days,
with smiles
on their bony faces.
Reminiscing over
past embraces.
The ghosts come out
from where they lay
to play in the
nighttime,
where the darkness blanket
sways
like water
on a river rippling
with love tonight.
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