So Lunac, a Mooning Call

Beholding the presence
of her lonely eminence,
I fell inside
a monster’s dream.
Stalking
her lunar cycles,
I started perceiving
the nuances of her dark quietness,
the secret transitions of her phases,
the shadow of her smiles,
and the light she gives off
during her weakest moments.

The first time
I heard her silent cries,
I was possessed
by a strange madness;
I started to thirst
for her divine tears.
My nightly gaze
pierced
through the abyss
of her mysteries.
The smell
of her nakedness
aroused my demons.
I licked
my teeth
at times when she ripens
into the fullness
of her beauty
that she can’t fit
into the doors
of my perception.
I could see flowers
blossoming
on her dead skin,
the petals
falling
into stars.

I already mapped
a path
to the uncharted terrains
of her soul.
Into her
deepest core,
I’ll go.
She’ll let me;
I know.
I’ll devour her
from the inside out
and lay flat
under the empty,
seemingly Godless
sky.

I have stolen her
from the heavens,

from God.

The taste of her
remains in my tongue.
Soon,
her flesh
will become my flesh,
and I’ll feel
what she feels.
Her eyes
will become my eyes,
and I’ll see
her every fear.

“Hush, fear not,”
I’ll say.
“We’ll run into the unknown depths
of the wild
we’ve always talked about.
There
we’ll dance and kiss
into the bliss
of freedom
and isolation.
There
we’ll get buried
in our embrace
and age together
with nature.

Forever
will we live
as lost spectres
haunting the wilderness
with our love.
Forever
will I be hunted
to the ends
of the earth.
Forever
will I remain unforgiven.
Forever
will we be echoes
stuck in oblivion.”

Reviews

[Kesha]

WOW WTF. This is the work of a genius, i absolutely love it. My god i can hear the voice speaking in my head as i read this. F****n amazing.

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry.
"The smell
of her nakedness
aroused my demons.
I licked
my teeth"
I like the storyline, good vision and I like the thoughts leading to a powerful ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dayran]

Phew! That's quite a poem ... my friend ... from deep within the realms of desire in time. Surely such perceptiveness is capable of a greater achievement of ambition ... than the mere sense of being echoes in oblivion. Inspiring ...