Moon, You

you ... are my moon (whisper me, coolly) wan and pale as porcelain milky moll - `china doll ... dancing the sky like a Ginza geisha stars tickling your toes prettily petulant, and perfectly ... imperfect my moon ... (whisper me, wondrous) warm ... lemon drop on my tongue teasing me to your fire feral fool ... I, the unwary prey - the Mandarin moth charmed by your glisten listen - do my wings flutter ... or my heart? moon ... (whisper my name) round and radiant - red as a cranberry tart, sweet, luscious-lipped dipped fruit, forbidden ... peek-a-boo clouds of mixing emotions stormy weather sighs soft flesh pressed to softer ... your kiss my moon ... (whispering madness) beryl blue sadness and distant as dreams obscured by brume and illusion erotic suffusion ... you pull on my blood like tidal bore gibbous or gone your glow is my utter apogee ... affectation, pure you ... are my moon (whisper your wishes) I am magic, bathed in your pearly enchantments face turned, or commanding my heavens you are ever true ... hues and moods in multitudes all meant to melt me to drip like honeyed passion ... when you ... whisper. * This is a free verse form I invented called “LUNACRITICA” - I hope you enjoyed it! *