“Taste the moonlight please”
Come taste with me the
beauty the mystery
of the moonlight
that shines tonight.
Am I going out of my mind
or is it the majestic…
Take your pick,
I can feel the
anticipation
on your lips.
Let the clouds cover,
Let them exhaust in the
effort to hide the deepness
that we are fitting inside.
Come taste the moonlight please,
that is oozing, dripping from me.
I am taunted, tattered
and torn to be,
Yes, you ask what that means…
It’s like the fire that
overcame Pompeii,
The ghost in the shell
when the weapons aimed
and killed very well,
Feel this damning hunger,
Rising my internals as
rolling thunder.
Take this feast,
Feed this beast.
The moonlight,
The shades Of two
fight to consume.
And the moment comes
BOOOM!!!
Exhaustion,
Satisfaction,
Illation.
Why was there all
this hesitation.
But my lips tremble
these words free..
“You have tasted the
moonlight from me”
There is an air of
pause as I expected
But ponder on this.
Do you like what you see,
or does it make you cry for
the creation of the moment
that you and I have birthed
from all the forces of energy
that have come and gone and
now we have an adventure of
emotions that we dare
to tread on.
Naz’e 9/6/14