I want to curl up with you,

along a crescent Moon;

Kept warm by blankets

of clouds and stardust;

My breast

as your pillow.

I wish to feed you

strawberries and honey;

So that you may experience,

but only yourself,

and the sweetness that you provide.

Then,

you may understand,

a sliver

of what I am blessed with.

I wish

to stroke your hair,

to make sure

that the masterpiece

that is your face

is not obscured.

You are the triple goddess —

Your side profile

the waxing and waning Moons.

To gaze upon you directly,

Is to witness her full

Lunar splendor —

And,

when the Moon is new,

I am behind you,

Hands wrapped

around your stomach —

Massaging you —

Exploring

Your mystery —

I wish to work out the knots of your body and mind.

I wish to taste you.

Your harmonies,

symphonies,

orchestras,

Dancing along my tongue —

You are my goddess.

I have a deep conviction

That this love is eternal