To the Moon

<p><em>To the Moon</em> is a collection of poems thrown at the Moon ~ and back. Again and again unconditionally.</p><p> </p><p><strong>Your silhouette falls in my mouth</strong></p><p><br>Your silhouette falls in my mouth<br>Repeatedly</p><p>I could not speak in pleasure</p><p><br>You compel me to rise and fall</p><p>To be lost and found</p><p><br>In your quivering hands</p><p>You confuse the bones out of me</p><p> </p><p>I look for myself in the rush</p><p>And fainting ebb</p><p>Of your sighs</p><p>That I find myself in your soul</p><p><br>As tonight I love you with kisses</p><p>Smoothly etched</p><p>Between the sheets</p><p>Of your being.</p><p> </p><p><strong>I will open you petal by petal</strong><br><br>I will open you petal by petal<br>Slowly amidst exchanging breaths<br>Feel my fingers send ripples down your skin<br>Tracing constellations made of desires erupting<br>Urges<br><br>Watch me surrender my soul</p><p>To every inch of your splendor</p><p>While I examine the pages of your body</p><p>Soft glowing and infinite</p><p>Every pore every curve</p><p>Nothing will be left untouched</p><p><br>Feel how my lips write my devotions on your naked self</p><p>The blunt confessions of a soul in lust with divinity</p><p>And make your body tremble</p><p>With your already trembling lips</p><p>For I will eat you down until your words falter</p><p>Until your sighs learn to pray</p><p><br>And beneath the curious moon and the shy burning stars</p><p>I will look straight into your eyes</p><p>Bask in every expression you make</p><p>As I stretch you open with my hard wicked body</p><p>Digging into you — slowly passionately</p><p>And without mercy</p><p><br>While love that strange mysterious love melts</p><p>Into our sweat</p><p>Then I will hold you pull you closer closest</p><p>Oh my most sacred — now gasping relished</p><p>Yet we still need</p><p>To inhale each other</p><p><br>With tears in our eyes we turn our soft murmurs</p><p>Into deafening moans</p><p>Moans that conjure the Soul of God</p><p>(Because the holiest moans can only come</p><p>From two imperfect souls meshed</p><p>In prayer)</p><p><br>And then nothing — nothing but ecstatic bliss</p><p>And the desire to be enlightened</p><p>Shall be</p><p>No more</p><p><br>For nothing will remain</p><p>But the combined scent of two souls</p><p>One shared breath and a dreamless sleep</p><p><br>For once let me show your body</p><p>What it really means</p><p>To be touched:</p><p><br>Like a moth caressed</p><p>By fire.</p>