The Moon, the Sun, Her Stars
FALL ON ME MOON, GRIP ME MY SUN,
MAKE HASTE TO WRAP ME INTO YOUR BOSOM.
FALLING INTO DOWN, DEEPENED, SERPENTINED STARS.
MIXED UP WITH MY OWN WANTON DESIRES AND ALL
THAT’S HOLY AND GOOD FROM ABOVE,
WHILE SAINTS’ TEARS BURST FORTH AS LIGHTENING WILL EVER MORE
CAST THINE FIRESTORM, SERAPHIM EYES AGAINST MY PRESSED ANXIOUS SIN.
I LIVE TO GO ON ANOTHER DAY JUST FOR YOU,
MY ROOT OF ALL LOVES PASSIONS.
HEAD BACK, REIGNED IN LIKE THE NEW FILLY,
FIRST FLUTTER, HEART RACING AS HOOVES THUNDER DOWN MY NECK.
AS YOU ONLY COULD TELL, EVER SO TREMBLING OF MY LOCKED AWAY WARM BREATH, BLINDING ME, YOUR SOUL HYPNOTIZES
AS IT DOTH COLLIDE WITHIN MY HEART,
SECRET DELIGHTS KEPT BETWEEN THE MOON AND SUN AND US.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2015
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