Must be the Light of the Moon

 

Acquiesced 

  was no sound part of me

 

As I fell in the mellow drum 

  of your tide-pool 

Deep into an abyss 

  9 inches thick, 

Shallow and beneathe, 

  an endless underpool 

The air a gateway between. 

I would shudder when you roared up onto my skin, 

Sand coarse against and rough in contrast 

To the surprise 

  Of your wet, 

     enmeshing me. 

The white wash 

   Blanketing my feet, and legs

      and thighs

My rib cage, and breast, 

       and eyes

and I closed them, to the sensation of chilling silk instantly freezing and shocking 

   My body, 

           Yours. 

You would overtake me, 

  and I would keep from orgasming 

      right there on shore, 

Under Our forever Silver Moon, 

  in all it's phases, 

    in all it's cycles...

Here alone, 

  I can be with you. 

My pale icy skin, 

  buckled, with my heart 

The shock, over me, you do. 

I would awake once more, 

  Only a dream, 

I whisper your name

  Before cupping my mouth. 

Must be the light of the Moon.