Half-Moon
of painted shadows,
silky eyes squinting
beneath soft, desire.
Hot purple tears
born of endless lashes.
You...the touchable one:
the one who can see art
in black silhouettes,
in the tender hope
of dreams unvoiced.
You...the Half-Moon
of my slit-eyed heart
declaring yourself
the beloved,
the one who has opened
my naive eyes
offering the seduction,
the temptation to be lost
in the silken nearness
of your fevered skin
