Fluorescent moon clips fulsome lips and curves fade to satin,
Across the darkness my pools,
Tranquil and widening,
Adoring and expanding,
Encompassing your form.
Neon sun cuts milky skin and reality unfolds,
Wrapping and grappling around us,
Waves tumble and crash,
Beneath our boughs,
The swell and the release.
Electric stars piece silhouette slopes and punctuate bliss with more,
Curling and corralling,
Sweat drenched and tender,
Gooseflesh pulsing.
And still in the moon and the sun and the stars,
We lie.
Adam Jones 