Bed Under the Stars
Clinging moss
grazes my hair,
the ground
almost sponge like
under my step
with the same growth.
Off to my right
splashes and lapping noises
permeate through the air
cascading off the trunks
of old swamp maples
as the soft breeze
shuffles the leaves
through my hearing.
Behind that
the ever present trickle
of a single waterfall
ripples through
the almost iridescent surface
of a mere pond
encased
on three sides
by water eroded,
algae coated cliffs.
Two aged,
Lichen friendly boulders,
almost sentinel like
guard the green carpet
near the shore,
the light of the full moon
sparsely reaches
through the whip like willow branches
that enshrouds us
in this alcove of serenity.
The ground is so soft
I feel you land,
almost prancing
as you approach,
my body vibrating
from your presence.
A solid bar of moonlight
strikes my chest
as your fingers
come to rest upon my cheek,
my hands
caressing the small of your back.
I slide my right
down your thigh,
the other
cradling your wings.
I lay you down
as the fireflies
ignite in their awakening,
yellow day glow speckles
encompassing us.
Stillness builds
as I support
the back of your neck,
nails slightly breaking your skin
as I lean down,
tasting your lips
for the first time in ages.
Without control
I nip your lower lip
as I feel
you stab
your left claws,
gracefully,
into the flesh
just under my heart,
trickles of energy
curl towards
this diamond shaped muscle
that pumps again
within my chest.
The luscious taste
of your blood
rolls across my pallet,
while without abandon
I start to devour you.
Snapping
your head back
by a handful of hair
I lean in
and pass
“my souls breath”
throughout out your body,
and as the tremors
reverberate back
I snuggle down,
legs ensnaring themselves
as I guide your head
into my chest
where you
sink your teeth in
for a brief second
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