She lies under the blanket of the moon

Embracing the permanence of its glow

Awaiting not the morrow, but the now

As her heart beats out the seconds

Until her midnight lover returns to her

She gazes upon the shadows with anticipation

Breathing ever heavily, as warmth overtakes

Her breaths become even more rapid

As the rustle of leaves and grass speaks to her

He is there. She calls to him through whispers