Like an unbuttoned blouse, she hangs in sky,
Her shifting phases tease with lust’s delay.
Her light, a lover’s touch, brushes my thigh,
Her tides rise, fall, and leave me cold, astray.
Her light finds my door with unknown intent,
As night fades, dawn’s horizon drinks her deep.
Secrets, stolen, through her rapture sent,
A warm liqueur spills where earth lies asleep.
She pulls like tides that steal the shore’s embrace,
My secrets, stolen, fuel her sweet release.
Her hunger takes, yet leaves no hiding place,
As earth drinks deep her moonlit, stolen peace.
Oh, moon, a temptress, caught in your thread,
You weave the night, leave me naked in your bed.