Mistress of the Moon

Her name was lust and she loved me strong. she took in my soul and exhaled mere particles of my being. I, lost in the gentle surroundings and silent whimpers of light flowing from her eyes. for a brief moment we spoke in the same tongue. and breathed the same textures dancing through the room sweat glistened off her skin while inviting mine to join in this dance. ritual cleansing of the spirits. they cried with me in that moment- shedding tears of joy and despair. rinsing my head of the fear rushing through my veins. I was alone in that moment, with her skin against mine. mind dark with h- hesitation. rolling around the springed wood, I lose myself within the swinging blades. (be easy. be still) she slowly covers her back-sleek and moist- and vanishes into the glooming shadow. leaving me with the cold chill of satisfaction Farewell, my mistress of the moon-