poem poems

Good Night

When moonlight slants through the window
to bathe your nakedness,
you become my luminous sky
and I love to share with the moon
your male universe.

The moon lies upon your chest.
I heat your body
with the warmth of my lips.
I am your wishing star,
your meteor in bed...

It's the chandelier's low light
that draws voluptuous shadows
with our sillouetes
because the blushing moon
hides in its own sky.
I stay to explore mine,
from above, from below.

 

 

  

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