Moonlight falls across my skin
as my heart quickens in beats of stardust.
I reach for you unable to comprehend
I can drown in longing for you,
yet swim simultaneously in waves of passion.
Your name carved in my bones,
your pulse compelling my heart to beat —
Your hands pulling me deeper into
the rhythm of your need.
I arch with quivering fingers and
dampened petals as pulses of love
the arcane words lost in translation.
Language lost I substitute your name for
each word of love
as you rip my heart from the hinges
and place it inside your own.
Your eyes understand mine
murmuring ‘I love you’..
And in the echoes
the moths whisper you love me too.
Photo © Mary McLeod Photography
Do not reproduce in whole or in part without permission.