Moon

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NaPoWriMo #29 – Yes, You

You do it

every night

every splendid

glorious night. . .

 

You put sounds

into silence,

and make me tremble

with your erotic beauty,

 

you come out

each time

more dazzling

more amazing,

than should be possible.

 

You’re there

your haunting shine

piercing my soul

like lightning through my heart,

 

You see

with your thousands of eyes

white rosebuds 

nestled into you

curling themselves tighter

and tighter,

 

You light up

every shadow of the world

becoming bigger

and brighter.

 

You lean

lounging above

silently commanding

the universe,

the whole sky

for as far as I can see,

 

You sparkle

more than a diamond,

iridescently gleaming

a chunk 

of clear cut crystal,

 

You would be

the perfect latter

in a drink

of vodka and ice,

 

You lustfully leave

your imprint in my mind,

is it any wonder

I bypass day

yearning

for it to be night. . .

 

For you

yes, you

put the love

into life.

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NaPoWriMo #21 – Awakening

The awakening

of my mind; creation

imagination, elation. . .

 

A streak of sunlight

searing the skyline,

 

a whip crack of lightning

ripping the night apart,

 

an insurmountable snowfall

echoing white noise,

 

a moon, or lack of;

a hole in the night

where he should be,

 

or the times he is whole

and super, and all I see. . .

 

bulging “O” of love

bathing in albedo

an albus light.

 

The awakening 

of my heart; fascination, 

temptation, sensation. . .

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NaPoWriMo #17 – Written For You

The extension of the night

of the dark

has no limit.

 

A scree of stars

speckle the cloudless

seamless sky,

sprinkled by your touch

unseen.

 

An emptiness, a remoteness

unlike any felt before

alone but not lonely,

unrivalled contentment.

 

And you, you wax rich

as butter. The stars

present many paths, converging,

to follow one or none. . .

 

regardless I will still be in the light

your light; your honey-white

glow,

a heavenly touch; oneiric

inducing a serenity

unlike any felt before

dreaming but awake,

unrivalled peace.

 

Perhaps now I see

cleansed of all other feeling

but what I hold for you,

a divine darshan vision

has never felt more true;

 

here it was written

for you.

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Him

He rises
like steam

softly
sensually
soundlessly

my back is turned
but instinct tells me
he’s there.

I would abolish all street lighting
every city in the world
would hail darkness

so all could notice
could marvel
him.

He’s an angel who guides me
my white knight
from above
below
and within,

my love
adoration
inspiration
will always be
him.

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Thief of the Night

I look to you
with longing
a need so intense
it can only just be satisfied.

Clouds scurry across
your beguiling, dazzling gaze
as if saying no,
you can’t have him,
he’s ours.

They hasten in pace
rolling quicker and quicker
yet somehow you’re still there
luminous
impenetrable.

As if saying
Look
look at me

want me,
need me,
adore me,
love me.

You are the man
I have never found,
mysterious, elusive
suave, charming,
uncommittable, gorgeous. . .

a thief of the night
stealing the show
stealing the light
stealing my heart.

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Moon Ride

I would ride him
be the devil on his back
cling to his silvery flesh
rear upwards until we were taller
than the earth itself
then gallop away
far across the endless desert
of night

going so fast
we could be mistaken
for shooting stars,
a flash of white
all you see
before we disappear
the love, the light
forever ours.

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The Eye of the World

I saw him tonight
the eye of the world,

he was poised so perfectly
a crescent of beauty

he looked like a white flame
nestled on a slow burn,

with a haze surrounding him
making his arch of sharpness
seem all the more defined.

I’d love to pluck him from the sky
and wear him as my only diamond

polished, with a hint of rough,
yet somehow he seems
perfection itself.

I love how this always happens
my mind wandering and
poetry forming. . .

for as long as I live
I hope the night
will always be an open book

with the moon its spine
and the stars all the words in between,

with the sky my pot of ink
waiting for the touch of my hand,

for inspiration to remain as endless
as the darkness before me,

for as long as I live
for as long as I breathe

may life always be my dream. . .

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Moonstruck

I stare, awe-struck
wondering if you can hear
my trembling heartbeat
beating faster and faster in my chest,

I dare not
breathe you in all at once
for I fear if I drink you up now
there won’t be any of you left tomorrow. . .

Looking at you
is like viewing the world
in black and white;

opulent white
instead of a trembling blue
husky grey
instead of a raw green,

making a patchwork map
you are the earth
in monochrome.

When I hold up my hand
and spread my palm wide
you fit snugly
in the centre

like a coin
a ten pence piece
which has been flipped
and landed, seemingly random
but almost perfectly so.

You are the reason
people get cricked necks,
you lift the head
as hope lifts the soul,

your craters and dents
like ribs on a skeleton
your sleek flesh stretched across
to within an inch of their lives.

Your heart sends a beam
out amongst the stars,

it’s the light
at the end of the tunnel,
the breath of relief
in the mournful, winter nights,

you are the stopper
to our eternal sighs,
may one day you burst forth
and flood the whole skies.