Under the Moonlight

We undress 
under the moonlight.
What we can see is 
only our shape.

Each other
we caress trembling body.

The moon looks at us.
But we don't care.

I know your hands are warm.
I know your warmth mixes with mine
under the moonlight.

Gallery of My Poetry

I write poetry in English.

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