This Pale Moon

The pale moon can be invasive at times, lighting up my tiny room, to almost a dim freshness of sunshine echoing through. I think, of love who has passed me by, except the silver love and this lunar sky. We share so many nights, why not, and evenings, too, we are together, espoused we two.…

Silver Love Under a Crescent Moon

O love! This contented night of a crescent moon lie sweetly b' neath a drunken sky, and your hips of round succumb to the dark, the burn of love persuades me to dance naked with imparted lips, the slaughter of my soul...and finger-tips. The tilt of your head as the burn rushes through, the salted…