tonight i am
sculpted of constellations
from behind thirteen clouds appears
one swollen ripe round fleshy

oh luna
you tease

you’re not supposed to touch altars
but consider today your unlucky day

i am wild cathedral doors
slamming open
wide, hard, open
gaping, begging
come to your knees
my love

organ pipe mouth exhales
one glorious moan
long and clear
long loud and clear

by your breath I am defiled
by moonlight, restored

I am wild
you leave marks
I am not your territory

you’re a guest in this temple

Published by alicengrey

Alicen Grey is an award-winning writer.