Eclipsing the Moon

The night turns purple as it sleeps in dead men's fingers still in the gelatinous state we find abhorrent rocking waves in an ongoing performance under wisdom's moon while you steal me shells and lace me seaweed necklaces At this moment, I'd take every pearl drop from every oyster and throw it to the edgy sea, every sleeping gold doubloon in silt compressing decadence a laugh lost in history left there in the dark of the dark. Far away from the luminary whispers we ignite. Just let me trace the moon shadows on your face once more. Leave me with a ring of salt for commitment and hum under your breath just loud enough to lift the waves a little higher a little higher still... and this purple night will sleep on, grumbling of lost sea items and treasures, erasing our footprints from it's memory as we eclipse the moon with our kiss.