Moon Fox

 Jolted in to a silvery new morning

It was you who was there

In my night-errors.

 

Your temerity

Even now

Haunts soft pale sleep.

 

There

 

Burning in to me

I could taste you

Sense you

Such abhorrent black thoughts

But I cannot escape that

 Vulpine charm

Warm in the dark

 

Hovering around my cortex

A bad, sulphurous smell

 

Lingeringly carved

In to the bed

Where bodies, in conscious time,

Do not melt

In sheer pleasure.

 

Carnal quivers of lust

Unleashed in devilish

Delight.

 

A craving-

Nothing else.

Glittering shards of life remain.

Auto pilot

Auto erotica

Author of irrational things.

 

Emerald sea dreams

Our miniature crystal microcosm

Of musky desire

On heat

A Nyxian reunion.