the moon worshipper

I follow your light
at times hiding behind clouds
others, reflecting off the hills
the river a mirror

nights I love the most
your light casts a shadow
I take in shades of black:
darkness is beautiful still

I go through the day
only because at dusk
you’ll come home to me

~~~

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lost in senses

Night falls and darkness descends, responding to flickering flame of candles on the windowsill.

Other senses heightened to feel nibble on the neck, taste caresses of the lips, hear whispers in my ear.

Owls, keen to tell the moon a tale, except she was too busy watching us explore every inch of each other’s skin, tongues dancing the night away.

~~~

For February Prompts, ‘erotic sentiments’.

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the longest night

moonless sky patiently waits
for its darkest hue to arrive
seconds seemingly
never become minutes,
ever so majestically they crawl

a soul quietly whispers
how beautiful the moment is
when darkness is all it sees

~~~

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is that you?

you look familiar–
were you at this wonderful spot
where souls counted stars?
I was there, too
blinded by the light
lost count and had to start
from one.
halfway through, the night went dark
and I went home
empty-handed.

~~~

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sorry (not sorry)

This morning, slumber held me hostage
gray clouds outside my window
watched me curl into last night’s embrace.

Drifting in and out of consciousness
I found you in my dream
ocean of light in your eyes.

The sun was not happy that I missed out
on his golden colors
I told him I’ve fallen for the shadows
of the moon.

~~~

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attempted theft

I tried stealing light from the moon
weary of listening to her gush
about her dalliance with you.

Away from sunbeam for too long
I see it reflected on
skyscrapers’ windows–
even the colors are unreal.

The night’s still my best friend
patiently crawling, keeping me company
though when dawn breaks I’ll loathe him
for leaving.

~~~

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the sky’s tricks

the evening drizzle was adamant
steadily tick tick ticking on the window
at the speed that made the earth wonder
if it would last till dawn

reflections in the puddles muddled with
the real thing
golden images from streetlights
beauty hid in the darkness of the night
but the heart could hear the truth
whispering

meanwhile, rustling trees
waited to see what tricks the sky had
up its sleeve

~~~

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she comes here every night

An empty room, save for a chair by the window. A sliver of sunlight touches one of its edges every morning, and at night it lives in the darkest shade of black.

Nobody comes here anymore, except she who always carries a basket full of torn pieces of paper that had been a letter. Every night she sits on the chair, the basket on her lap, putting the pieces together, although she knows the words by heart — a vow for a forever.

~~~

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