My Moonlight Lady

I saw her again this very night

Between the books written by moonlight

Her form

not perfect but original

just like sin

Strewn on my bed with pearls entwined

~

Held tight

in the grip

not just of her hands

Or her stare

But

of her words

by her heart

and her delicious

intentions

~

With her parted red lips

like auroral bonfires

I see that space between her heart and mind

For that is where the feral desires obey

the soft command of each other’s truth

As we kiss each others vulnerable scars

We learn each others deepest needs

We share in the seduction of each others heart

And we begin to live

in the gift of abundance