Moonlight Delights

In her hands, her new beau will be smelt adrift, turned around, a new cast, swanlike on-a-black lake intercepted and paired. Soon she'll entwine with him unladylike. Henna-tattooed hands outfitted like ferns awaited him before the dawn-first-light ankles bangle dancing in butter churns, ghee in unexpected, moonlight delights. Every kiss was a cloistering silken, web she feared this tenderness, struggle breaks every touch does a serpentine snowflake -melt, slip and fall into a hissing lost dissent. But still swanlike, they're both swooned. Each with the other when the sun resonates -all bird songs shall be overshadowed. Seldom to be understood inarticulate.