Make love to me by moonlight
Let its beams caress your breast
Its darkness pulls your waters
Drawing in the welcome guest—

Who within dances so sweetly
As from moonbeams deliquesced
Electrifying darkness
With your sweet love mad possessed

And the moonbeams turn us silver
As they dip into the west
And another god shines down on us—
We know that we are blessed.

michael-egan

Make Love to me by Moonlight

Jun 6, 2026

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Very lyrical, had to read it out loud (and I'm embarrassed to admit I also had to check deliquesce in the dictionary, but what a great word, and great use of it). Like butterscotch, again, so smooth and what a flow, I just love the line about the beams dipping into the west. Good work.

As an aside, I don't know what it is with moonbeams, but I think I've read a dozen poems with them referenced this week (and wrote one myself). Not that I'm sick of them, moonbeam is a great word, too ;)