I loved the way you touched me
when my eyes were closed in the sunshine
when it was quiet in the moonlight
and that made it all right

I wish it could’ve last forever
perfection when clothes were laid on the floor
and words were not the language we used.

when you saw me how you wanted me, and how I wanted you too.

but alas,
the day is rarely that bright
or illuminated like that night

so perfection
was met with a curfew
one too short for me
and you