Moonlight sparkles
In cleavages of dark waters
And wilting nod of lilies

A liquid touch dissolves
the scattered rays of silver
like loosely set tablets of bubble

Quiet, the forest floors ask
for forgiveness from
the dying embers of ageing leaves
blooming into bonfires of afterlife.

See the moon
Quench his thirst with a hiss
Of blood evaporating
Into clouds of sapphires

Unspoken shreds of titillations
Growl in the pitch black of beds
Set in grass and mosses

****** dewdrops catching the glint
Of velvet blue, In their fluid
Eyes, tears brim
On the edge of consummation

A prickled rose aside
Mourns the passing of the night.

over time
those feelings

You know the ones

warm, tingly, sentiments
those tiny titillations
of torture
they can grow

You know how

deeper and stronger
like a thunderbolt
right into your soul
singing a sigh of

‘Oh **** this is happening’

at the same time
converse is true

Feelings Fade.

Sometimes
I miss the sensations,
the thrill, the palpitations,
the titillations, the adventure.
But nothing more, just that,
or so I tell myself.