Home from the wilderness....A villenelle

In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness

I do to you what the silverlight does to the night.

And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

In feathered light we quiver in gentleness

Heat and passion burns deep in delight

In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness

And our hearts became one in our togetherness

Skin upon skin in the silvered night.

And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

Such passion is beyond all sinfulness.

In trembling skins we feel so right

In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness.

Fires raging within with passions measureless.

We lie content in heaven's sight

In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness

.And our needs came home again from the wilderness.