Bright is the moonlight through the window…
washing over me.
Its cold beauty turns my nakedness to quicksilver.
Silently I reach toward you,
willing you to wake and come to me,
to gaze upon me as I stand by the window;
to love me in this bright moonlight.
Touch my silver skin with yours.
Fingertip to fingertip, palm to palm, we stand;
bodies pressed together as one.
Touch my lips with yours.
Taste my silver skin, shimmering in the moonlight,
yearning for the caress of your tongue.
Does it have a flavor, this silver light that bathes us?