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By Timothy Okurut
Some romantic moments remain vivid long after they have ended. In Kissing Under the Moon, Timothy Okurut remembers an intimate encounter between two lovers beneath the night sky. The moon becomes a silent observer as attraction, nervousness and physical closeness draw the pair together. Through images of stars, warmth and moonlight, the poem captures a private memory of desire and affection that the speaker has not forgotten.
I remember the last time.
It was ten after noon,
the hour of the moon,
of sweet love
without a dime.
I took her by the hand,
and there were three stars
in the sky.
The moon, the spy over land,
watched as we embraced.
Her heart thumped
against her chest,
and I could feel
her warmth beam
from her heaving breasts.
They bulged firmly,
and my body was steam.
I held on tight
as she sucked
the soul off me.
That was right!
The reason
we closed our eyes.
I could hear her whimper.
I believe I had groped
through her heart,
and she was feeling
sweet-hurt.
The moon went dimmer.
We kissed
under the moon,
and its gloom
bears witness,
for sweetness
has no treatment.
— Timothy Okurut
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