The moon and her sun
The moon and her sun
by Ira Strain
She runs her fingers through my hair
Bees buzz through the violets
Satin falls into the river
Water trickles down sun freckled skin
Legs intertwined
Nails gripped in dirt
We live in a garden of secrets
Where I can kiss her unconditionally
We are the moon and the sun
Trapped in mortal bodies
So that they could finally touch
