Draw me deeper,
Moonlight Mistress
into your land
of soft shadows,
the blush of your
cheek tinged
in deep blue inks
Draw me deeper,
Moonlight Mistress,
into the lemon-pale
playpen of your
midnight lair.
Draw me deeper,
Moonlight Mistress,
into silver-flecked eyes
that hold
mystery
and key
Draw me deeper,
Moonlight Mistress,
behind fragile,
obsidian feathers
hiding tender lips
that kiss
and whisper
and sing
of love
Draw me deeper,
Moonlight Mistress,
into the
Essence of you,
real and intangible,
far-off, yet visible,
distant, but reachable.
Incomprehensible.
Draw me deeper,
Moonlight Mistress,
and disperse me;
I would be the lunar light
suffused upon your
starlit skin
Shining on you
from the outside,
glowing with you
from the inside,
until the
cold, unfeeling dawn
baptizes us with dew,
and the
absolving morning sun
dissolves us
together
Drawing us
closer,
and
deeper still.
Beautiful, Alfred.
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Thank you. Seem to be obsessed with spirits and moonlight and dark writing these days…not sure what’s going on, but the only way to get through it is to explore it. Just hope I’m okay after it’s done 🙂
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Don’t fight it, Alfred. Best to go with the flow, let it happen naturally. They read very well from where I’m sitting. 🙃🙂
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Thanks, my friend. I appreciate the support.
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Anytime
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