a moon's madness -
You lay among
the sheets, as still as
death itself,
tho' your bosom
rises-and-falls with
gentle breaths ...
what do you dream,
my darling?
Oh surely, of fancies that
shame this trembling
night.
Moonlight thru
louvers paints you -
slices your form into porcelain
shards of luster ...
I wonder, are the dark
portions mine?
Have you and your god
avowed a share to
my madness?
Or are they the stripes
of your lord, given in redress ...
to haunt me?
Your eyelids
quiver, dreams rolling them
forth-and-back ...
please let those meanderings
be of us, when we
were happy ...
do you remember?
Oh, such love
we shared those ages ago,
far removed from
the realities of a full moon
and the fiery curse
that sears my veins and
marrow.
How I long to
press my lips to your eyes
in waking, as then,
but that is too close ...
yes, far too close.
Pray, what have
I become, my love, that I
long for blood
over being?
If only you knew the
monster, here,
the beast, born of flesh,
that considers you
now in slumber -
tossing a mental coin for
your love ...
or life.
Please,
please awaken now,
my darling ...
drive a stake of
passion through my heart …
hasten, lest the
hungers take me over,
and you perish
for the sake of this delirium ...
of the moon ...
and me.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Special 12, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Give Me Goosebumps" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
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