Yesternight

I can’t forget your touch of yesternight.

Your sweat-stained brow, and each your beadlike toes

Are pressed into my mind, as on that hill

Our marks we surely left. The moon was bright

Yet far from full. And you leaned into me—

I hardly dared to breathe. Cavorting thence

We were immersed in moonshine’s quiet fall—

And all was you—and then you covered all—

Your lightest touch did break my icy fence—

We’d not a care for stale propriety,

What carefree joy, what physical delight!

The grasses there must know our bodies still—

And even as this day draws to a close,

I can’t forget your touch of yesternight.

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