HIGH ON A HIGH AND WINDY HILL (for wildin' out)

I grabbed her fawning hands to mine

and we danced on the dish of the moon

serenaded by a loon's rollicking tune

that could not keep up with

our loud passion cries echoing

hill to hill 

back and forth in and out

crescendoing into ecstatic SHOUTS

easing

us

finally

to love's little death, nearly out of breath

as we watched the jokey sun rising in the west

and how our tired kisses were flyng off our lips

into the clownish banditry of the wind's harsh riffs