Love Sonnet Xxi

If there should be a moon above the hill
To-night, dip down with me into the sea
Of our first passion, and, with naked glee,
Breathe its ripe wonder to our beings- fill.
O, as the moonbeams on the violets spill
Rivers of uncontrolled felicity,
We-ll tune our bodies to a melody
And set our pulses to a poet-s thrill.

Love...Love...Your hot lips tremble on my eyes.
You droop. You swoon in silence over me...
Heaven, out of yours, my very eyelids sup.
The stars are running out of Paradise...
I languish, perfumed with expectancy...
Beloved, kiss me, for the moon is up.