standing still  looking at the moon
through the limbs of the
mulberry bush

the taste of wet on my tongue
dew I had licked from her leaf
my thirst

quenched for one moment
gathering all my senses
in all her beautiful

limbs spread bare naked
in the night the silvery
reflections on my mind

the sweetest taste  
both sweet
and natural

and her arms and cries
and her fruit mine
for that moment

the view so much a scene
of limbs and hills and
fair prairies

and bountiful gifts this
from dust creation
might be

a miracle