Hodgepodge
Copyright© 2018 by Dab10
A GIFT
The Moon rises from its daily slumber
Stars in the night to brightly shine
Barn of aged and weathered lumber
Moment, isolated in time
Crisp blowing air of December
A rich and heavy smell of hay
Bodies move, like they remember
In youth, not so innocent play
In our impromptu bedchamber
Heated body’s ignore the chilly air
Clothing, we are unencumbered
To look at your body, so fair
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