One cannot be sensual without seeing beauty
And caring for trees, life and plateaus
For there is no other way
To have hope
Making love in tall grass under the crescent moon
And the whispering of the locusts as they chirp
It can only be sensual if you love
And say kind words
Gentle caresses in forbidden places behind the high school
Like teenagers trading class rings and kissing
Repeating "I LOVE U"
The owls hoo
Lying there until the edge of tomorrow
And the promise of no sorrows
They borrow lines of Lord Byron's,
The Cornelian, 1806 and embracing.
Walking home holding hands all the while smiling
They look at the world's splendor
And remembering and caring
The night just passed hours ago
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