My Love Taps with the Moon

My love comes with the moon

The quiet white moon, on the sandy shore whispers like sliver on the tip of your finger,

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

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

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

And under her dreamy protection, she comes to make her inspection.

Floating through the greyest dry streams that stilled her gleaming waters might.

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

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

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

Or a room, or a sidewalk with the walkers exploring.

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

And a trinket called love to make you appeased.

Tap Tap Tap.

Unrecognizable love. Unlike a flower.

Tap Tap Tap

Shadowed love, unseen in pure power.

Only for you as sure is as true, burns and gusty winds stir.

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

Our lives as one, hot like the sun,

Burning with love, together we’re one.

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 quiet moon on the warm sandy shore.

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