Found in a Notebook

The silver stars shine
in the dark pools of your eyes;
I see a gilded moon
suspended from a lock of your hair-
The lambent light casts
half your face in shadow,
Bathes the other half in
pale moon glow-
You are a being from a distant world
who has come only to kiss me;
And I surrender to the
alien sensation of cool lips against mine.
This kiss is like a cold drink
washing down a desert throat.
I am at the oasis;
oddly shivering,
oddly scorched.