My love comes with the moon

My love comes with the moon

The quiet silver moon, on the sandy shore whispers like a sliver in the tip of your finger,

One drop of blood a story to linger and for your ears only to hear and configure.

She will prickle your ear with a dusty moan, a want that’s hollow to the grey cold skin and white hard bone.

And she will wink with a crater when you finally betray her,

and under her dreaming protection, comes to light her inspection.

And floating through the silver dry streams that stilled her gleaming waters might.

Brings the desire of her white dulled light, Into the dark still night.

As my heart locked with steel chains to yours at first sight.

Is the day I meet you, in something real, like the morning.

Or a room, or a sidewalk with the walking dogs there exploring.

All for natural peace, that puts men’s minds to ease.

And a trinket called love knocking at the door.

Tap Tap Tap.

Unrecognizable love. Unlike a flower.

Shadowed love, unseen in power.

Only for you as sure as fire burns and winds stir.

My heart now quiet, now heavy, as the moon when she lures.

Our lives as one, joined and be done.

A throne to sit like the Son or the Hun.

And rule what’s real, in a world gone mad.

With the taste of emotion gone rotten and bad.

For without your love, and you tapping my door.

I have blackness, I have pain, I have sin and still want of more.

In the night of the silver moon on the warm sandy shore.

Only with you will I have something better then ever before.