Here you will find the Poem Love Sonnet XXI of poet Zora Bernice May Cross
If there should be a moon above the hill To-night, dip down with me into the sea Of our first passion, and, with naked glee, Breathe its ripe wonder to our beings? fill. O, as the moonbeams on the violets spill Rivers of uncontrolled felicity, We?ll tune our bodies to a melody And set our pulses to a poet?s thrill. Love?Love?Your hot lips tremble on my eyes. You droop. You swoon in silence over me? Heaven, out of yours, my very eyelids sup. The stars are running out of Paradise? I languish, perfumed with expectancy? Beloved, kiss me, for the moon is up.
