Once a month
You are mine.
The moon is full
Translucent and majestic,
As you.
The Sun lends me a helping hand
The high tides are high
The low tides are low
I reel you in like
An expert fisherman in the
Middle of the ocean.

Once a Month
You are mine
As the wolves howl in the background  
To awaken you
The sky is pitch black
With only the light of
The moon illuminating the
Path to our tryst.

Once a Month
You are mine
I whisper your name and the
Easterly winds batter
Your soft tender ears
with my cries.

The rest of the days
You’re gone.