lighting the heavens in an iridescent flash of exotic green,
supreme ruler of day slips behind patiently waiting horizon
with hardly a splash;
giving way to a rapidly approaching dusk that heralds the start of mating calls.
creatures great and small
seek out romantic partners
for a drink and a chat, making licentious plans for oh dark thirty
between the rustling leaves of welcoming trees,
or midair, dancing in synchronicity
to nature’s erotic sounds,
encouraging twosomes,
threesomes even —
any combination that leads of unceasing creation.
Later, arms flung as wide as trailing milky ways, she graciously acknowledges her partners in crime —
crescent moon, shooting stars, mysteries deep;
enticing,
inviting
every delirious pleasure
that can be found
lurking under a prurient night sky.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love