Amour de la Lune

She tilted her head in quiet fatigue,

her neck exposed to the wanton moon reaching out his bright finger.

He traced her delicate armor with such deep amour,

his touch coolly composed in spite of his burning, milky arousal - 

a mask carefully constructed to keep her in place,

lest she spread her wings with widened eyes at this predator’s purpose.

He met her nightly this way, sly, ardent heron,

cooing poetic lullabies atop her windowsill until she slept and dreamt,

his dove-sung wispy words guiding her unconscious fantasies

into ocean blue sheets of a mysterious affair.

She would roll restlessly beneath the blanket at times,

and he would bite his lip against the curtain of blackness,

cursing the glassy confines of his restricted reach to embody her,

to press their beings together with his magnetic might.

Would she shudder in the ivory velvet of his cratered hold?

Would her legs part to welcome his silver-husked pearl?

Would the fine curves of her shoulders respond to his frosty breath?

But all he could do from the window was gaze.

Yet he couldn’t turn away, steep torture as it was,

from the utter loveliness of her fragile, lonely, timid frown, 

nor from the innocent trappings of her hopeful stare

when she woke to watch his shadow peering from her ceiling.

She yawned sleepily followed by a heavy sigh,

then lifted her hand into the passionate stretch of his bright beam,

twisting her wrist in sparks of wonder and curiosity,

with some comfort in the notion that the world isn’t ever fully dark.

Then she would fall asleep again and he would love her hard,

contemplating tirelessly the labyrinth to her heart.

Devotedly,

unlike the sun,

he never set.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

this poem is so beautifully painted in striking imagery. Like a dream playing out before me, as I watch as a voyeur. Between dance and song played in night. Thank you for sharing your work.

[Kay]

That's so kind of you, thank you very much! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the armor/ amour line...
and the idea that "he never set"
could watch over her but not touch her...to only love her from afar...and wonder if she were
loving him back in her dreams.
beautifully haunting piece, Kay
j.

[Kay]

Ah, so sorry for the long delay and thank you very much for your thoughtful comments! I sincerely appreciate the time you take to read my posts, it's always a pleasure to read your reviews.