Take me
‘Neath the silver moon
Paint it on my chest
Let its light our souls cocoon
As she lays our hearts to rest
Take me
With your poet’s lips
Mark me with your words
Traced along your fingertips
My whispers softly stirred
Take me
On your black canvas stretched
Where lunar luminates
Each word is but a whimper etched
Yet deeper penetrates
Take me
As our Goddess prophesised
From dirt and blood and death
Release me in your endless eyes
Possess my final breath
Taken