Beneath 
liquid diamonds 
sparking o'er moon-touched stone 
she shuts her eyes to dream: his lips 
descend. 

Written for Day 4 of National Poetry Month. This one did not place, likely due to how short and simple it is compared to the effort of the other entries. I was feeling a bit lazy that day, so I fell back on the ease of a cinquain. I also wanted to write another love poem for my upcoming book later this year. 😉

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2830727-National-Poetry-Month-April-4th-noguest