When I Stole Venus from the Moon

Poetry

If there are splendid nights, none compare to this

Small branches of delights that brood to bare these roses,

Petals of sweet shame and honeyed lips, your grace

Lingering like willow curtains and the smell of dew

Just beneath the surface, your face like clouds roaming Earth

Like crescendos in the stars, explosions in my lungs

Stealing the words from my tongue

The lunar dance when eclipse ignites my heart

Your lavish flame against the Moon

Stars grow dim compared to you and yet the dark,

Tender tears of ebony’s sheets, she sighs in humble woe

The despair when Venus leaves and the glimmer is no more

When the heavens sing her name, the winds stiffen shorn of sound

Like the air in molten dreams, when you wake and no one’s around

Your essence, oils of love, finds me delirious within this tune

Dazed from slumber, I reminisce

When I stole Venus from the Moon

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