The light in your eyes shines
Brighter than I have ever known the sun to be.
Dark like the other moon they might seem
But they silver and pale in love.
Your mouth traced my own
Like a long forgotten artist.
Graceful and swift fingers interlock
Caught in my own
With red hands they have discovered us.
Shhh…
The man in the moon of your eyes
Is lulling me to sleep.
To rest and never wake from this bliss
Would be the art only you could make
Painting my heart in patient, bold strokes.