The night is sparkling, starstruck,I am awestruck,underneath the orange moon,warmed by amber flames,waning in your waiting arms.

The way that we kissed will live on my lips for a lifetime,long after the summer rain has turned to wayward, winter snow,and our blessed bones have been reborn within the tender embrace of the Earth.

In the supermarket,in your arms,in on the joke.Under your spell,under the influence,under a tidal wave that will take me, if I let it.Up to no good,up to old tricks,up to our necks in doting, darling desire.God, you’re so good when you’re mean.God, it feels good to be seen.God, loving you is a dream.