The Dark Side of the Moon

  You rise alone at dusk,  sick with longing; a melancholy romantic,    pale reflection of desire, intent on seduction.   Your glance, inscrutable, beguiles with suggestion, creates shades of possibility, among fragrant borders, transplanted with lust.   You suck tsunamis from the deep That sweep me from the beach     to drown in your mystery, that cold, silent accomplice that fate... Read more »