To the Moon

To the Moon is a collection of poems thrown at the Moon and back. Again and again, unconditionally. Your silhouette falls in my mouthYour silhouette falls in my mouthRepeatedlyI could not speak, in pleasureYou compel me to rise and fallTo be lost and foundIn your quivering handsYou confuse the bones out of me I look for myself in the rushAnd fainting ebbOf your sighsThat I find myself in your soulAs tonight, I love you with kissesSmoothly etchedBetween the sheetsOf your being. I will open you, petal by petal I will open you, petal by petalSlowly, amidst exchanging breathsFeel my fingers send ripples down your skinTracing constellations made of desires, erupting>Watch me surrender my soulTo every inch of your splendorWhile I examine the pages of your bodySoft, glowing, and infiniteEvery pore, every curveNothing will be left untouchedFeel how my lips write my devotions on your naked selfThe blunt confessions of a soul, in lust with divinityAnd make your body trembleWith your already trembling lipsFor I will eat you down, until your words falterUntil your sighs learn to prayAnd beneath the curious moon and the shy burning starsI will look straight into your eyesBask in every expression you makeAs I stretch you open, with my hard wicked bodyDigging into you -- slowly, passionatelyAnd without mercyWhile love, that strange mysterious love, meltsInto our sweatThen I will hold you, pull you, closer, closestOh, my most sacred -- now gasping, relishedYet we still needTo inhale each otherWith tears in our eyes, we turn our soft murmursInto deafening moansMoans that conjure the Soul of God(Because the holiest moans can only comeFrom two imperfect souls, meshedIn prayer)And then nothing -- nothing but ecstatic blissAnd the desire to be enlightenedShall beNo moreFor nothing will remainBut the combined scent of two soulsOne shared breath, and a dreamless sleepFor once, let me show your bodyWhat it really meansTo be touched: Like a moth, caressedBy fire.