my lily-white skin so pale
it glows under the fullmoon’s gaze
your featherlight touch so cool
after the summer day blaze

you cradle me in your arms
as if I’m a precious thing
I listen to your heartbeat
as you quietly sing

an Irish folk song echoes through the night
you swing me around
pull me closer
a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth

this, the perfect moment
we’ve been waiting for
a mere prelude
to so much more