A Reuniting of Memories

A moonlit tryst,
I read the stars through love hazed eyes,
contentment stirred with gentle breezes.

I lay naked in your arms, 
held close, held dear,
hand resting on your chest as if in a dream.

This is the memory I want to hold on to,
so when I think of you, I feel this way,
I am here again, in your arms reading the stars.

SJW