Mistress of the Moon
Her name was lust
and she loved me strong.
she took in my soul
and exhaled mere particles
of my being.
I, lost in the gentle
surroundings and
silent whimpers of light
flowing from her
eyes.
for a brief moment
we spoke in the same
tongue. and breathed
the same textures
dancing through the room
sweat glistened off her
skin while inviting mine to
join in this
dance. ritual cleansing
of the spirits.
they cried with me in
that moment- shedding tears
of joy and despair. rinsing
my head of the fear
rushing through my veins.
I was alone in that
moment, with her skin
against mine. mind dark
with h- hesitation.
rolling around the springed
wood, I lose myself within the
swinging blades. (be easy. be still)
she slowly covers her
back-sleek and moist-
and vanishes into the glooming
shadow. leaving me with the
cold chill of satisfaction
Farewell, my mistress of
the moon-
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