I made love to the moon

I made love to the moon.

On the perfect ambiance 

of frigid harmattan nightfall

When buttocks kiss the soil

Folded legs wrapped in hands

Beneath the blanket of burning wood

I made love to the moon

On the perfect ambiance

of chilly harmattan twilight

When lost in thought

of the beauty of raging fire

Exuding bright colours     

to mask man's blindness

yet leaves him naked 

when his garment steps boundaries.

I made love with the moon

on the perfect ambiance

of frozen harmattan darkness

When the moon is the eye of the night

And the children the ear of the night

and my voice the gong of the night

singing poems 

making our marriage memorable

While we hope of birthing sweet memories

I made love to the moon

On the perfect ambience of all moonful dusk

Oh!

Yes!

I made love to the moon.

I made love with the moon.

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