sylviasearcher

Taken

 

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