A Moon's Madness

You lay among the sheets, as still as death itself, tho' your bosom rises-and-falls with gentle breaths ... what do you dream, my darling? Oh surely, of fancies that shame this trembling night. Moonlight thru louvers paints you - slices your form into porcelain shards of luster ... I wonder, are the dark portions mine? Have you and your god avowed a share to my madness? Or are they the stripes of your lord, given in redress ... to haunt me? Your eyelids quiver, dreams rolling them forth-and-back ... please let those meanderings be of us, when we were happy ... do you remember? Oh, such love we shared those ages ago, far removed from the realities of a full moon and the fiery curse that sears my veins and marrow. How I long to press my lips to your eyes in waking, as then, but that is too close ... yes, far too close. Pray, what have I become, my love, that I long for blood over being? If only you knew the monster, here, the beast, born of flesh, that considers you now in slumber - tossing a mental coin for your love ... or life. Please, please awaken now, my darling ... drive a stake of passion through my heart … hasten, lest the hungers take me over, and you perish for the sake of this delirium ... of the moon ... and me.