the witness of moonlight

I am only able to do…
June 23, 2014
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Sleepless
my eyes open
to moonshadows on the wall.
We are awake, alight
together.
I am compelled to go
outside
participating
in a secret rendezvous
with heavenly bodies –
all her darkness lives
on the other side now.
I sit down
closed eyes
and feel white light
like a thousand perfect kisses
all over my skin.
This is good
This is clean
This is full
moonlight.
And like a wolf
I begin
a howl of longing
silently
through vulnerable
warrior tears
saturated
with the urgency
the potency
of my persistent desires
for what is good
for what is clean
for what is full.
Moonlight
with your purest
white light
won’t you
illuminate

the sacred path
and lead
my Love
to me.

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