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I yearned so much for this moment
this feeling,
Watching the moonbeaming
as I drink the last drips
of this ***, l
ove potion, made
in a hidden cave.
Like a hot
and spicy whiskey
Mixed with ginger ale.

The smell,
the light,
and the scent,
of this moonshine spilled
all over my face
glistening
with the moonbeam
light
slipping softly into my mouth.
Fay Slimm Sep 2016
Moonstruck Lunacy.


Oh ominous moon,
pale portent of danger,white luminous disk
suspended aloft
in a midnight-high bloom of enchantment.
Hear me.

Thick blanket of black,
shot thru with bright shiny cats-eyes of light
and coated in soft
unearthly glimmer this earthy-dark night,
shine out your
lover's lantern-like gleaming on harvested
fields which are
waiting like I am from moonstruck insanity.
Retrieve me.

Aided by dreaming
you invaded my heart, broke down the door
to any resistance,
now ecstasy hides in clandestine moments,
secreted from daylight,
delighting in dark with this stolen obsession.
Release me.

Oh wanton moon,
which with passion bewitches us, he, bidden
by lunacy-love,
will come hurrying soon to my arms again,
and forbidden sparkle
from his eyes shall light and set me aflame.
Relieve me.

Oh moonbeaming night it is you I shall blame.
Believe me.

— The End —