Late Night in a Field of Lillies

Coated in moonlight 
the lilies orbit us in violet flares. 
The breeze steers the smell of your perfume into my body. 
I take a deep breath 
as your fingers reach for mine. 
And, although all I hear 
is the sound of our breathing, 
for us, 
the lilies, 
hum a nocturne 
in harmony with the stars 
around our heads.