On the sky, a pale yellow moon
shone with an eerie light, rather mystifying
instead of revealing the scene around.

Perhaps it was the clouds flying in
from the humid south with raindrops too young
to be shed as tears for the darkened sky!

Should we have soaked our skin that night
in the mystifying yellow light until
a similar tinge was painted on our limbs?

Would it have made a difference, I have
often thought since then, for too soon that night
the wind picked up and drove the clouds away,
long before our skin could begin to glow
or we could have succumbed to our passion’s wild throes!


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