I am tied to the moon, bound by her grace.
the sadness of her soul is unparalleled, unknown.
beautiful.
her lips cast shadows on her chin, this is the spot

where I find peace.
her fingers cast magic spells in my mind
I am under her spell,
like all the rest of them.

she has teeth that bite my
lips,
Her lips, like glossed over galaxies
they torture me —

I want them, I want her,
her dusk hair, my fingers find rest at her roots.
her midnight, velvet voice
I could swim in the breaths between her
soft spoken words.

the constellations behind her lids,
they call for me, pleading,
begging me
to unravel their secrets.

she is a burning moon, waiting for her shadow.