under the Taos moon
love sleeps waiting
in dreams of multi-colored
roofs & adobe reds
my heart beats near hers
aching for the truth
found in her hands
under the Taos black heaven
she sees vast
lights in midnite skies
those stars lite the green of her eyes
illuminating the promise there

how i ache to have
her arched in my hands
knowing circles & exploring
canyons...soft slow gentle
building to that earth moving
that makes us undone and done
untied yet bound together
lost in the sweet cream knowledge
tonite i will toss and turn
under this crescent moon
so far from Toas
Santa Fe is just a dream to me
till i hear her wanting voice
 

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