(xxiv)

Tender is the night,
tender the sighs, susurrations and gasps
of delight.

Passion is the moon,
passion the caress, the touch, the piety
of moonlight.

You are the tenderness
of the moon, your kisses delight;
your voice rasping sighs, the
sucking in of breath.

You become the night….

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