Sunlight crying moon

No song playing in the background as her light gave way,

hints of glistening droplets of sweat permeating my soul,

warmth fading in as her whispers call out my name.

Looking into the sky to get a taste of her essence,

making sweet love to the image painted in my heart,

she smiles my way making the darkness my reality.

I see in her touch the vacant scent of light coloring my eyes,

making all that I can out of the subtle glint of imagination,

feeling her softly kiss my lips on this winter night so beautiful.

Her eyes are the sun and the moon filling my heart with desire,

each moment she stands still running water so lovely,

beyond her reach she touches me with passion filled love.

Knowing nothing inside of this image yet feeling her glow,

under new moon light where devils play,

her hand touches my arm in a river of light so pale.

Hiding in her shadows she finds me next to her heart,

waiting, wanting, needing for this time to stand still,

where love and death become the reasons for the living.

I see what her eyes allow for me to take a hold of,

painting the day is her love burning for my hand,

embracing the night her scent brushes the pale light for lust.

The sun in my heart her flames have created in me passion,

the moon in my heart filling crazy thoughts of lust so divine,

my sun, my moon, my love is for your heart alone.













Johnny Newell