Gone

I long for you...

mostly when the powdered moonlight

spills over me.

Open, a moonflower, to it's cool adoration,

I long for a moment passed

Stretched out, dreamy eyed

in a sweet pool of ivory satin,

my soul held afloat by your magnetic stare.

By your soft breath on my skin,

my body is made pliable

and I am shaped into a dream

that will evaporate with the morning dew.

 This fickle heart,

can I keep it from rising,

so I may bask in your luminous garden one more night?

Or will my apprehention ascend

with the warm rays of dawn?

If only I had weathered your morning sun-

would you be here now,

or still... gone?