Have you ever kissed the moon, behind the cover of the stars?

Like with every clasp of our lips was a small explosion, similar to that of a shooting star.

Seen by lovers, as a lovers’ rock, while listening to Beres, or Mr. Tosh.

You see it was in the scent of the burnt candles, lined around the bed, this was where I praised your body and worshipped your soul; as it was snatched from you.

I never dreamed in color until my spirit tasted you, and became drunk off of your lust. Your mind was my play ground, and I loved the hours we would spend conversing on the seesaws of your thoughts. It was the power of your dreams that sparked mine into frenzy. This is why when I open my mouth to receive you I don’t stop until the bowl that holds your soul is empty.

Have you ever kissed the moon?

I wanted to wrap my arms around you, similar to the rings around Saturn. But there was a sadness in your eyes that made me want to cry. I got to know love a few times, but this was not a normal love. It was created on a plain unlike any other, it was supernatural and natural all at once. There was no effort in each conversation, and each kiss was on its own organic timer. It was in that moment that true love was born. Long before I knew the feel of your warmth, you were imparting upon my soul….

PART II

Like the flip of a switch, you controlled my body.

I was merely a musician, as you sang your story.

You were honest and lovely, with every note you pushed through.

Your melodies,were hypnotic and harmonious, each one exposing my truth.

How could I not be caught up in the rapture of you?

It was in your history that I learned to drink your special brew.

It was not to quench my thirst, but to fill my gourde.

It was borderline gluttonous of me, but you were drawing the boundaries of your playing board.

And I was merely a piece on the game board, I appeared wild, and robust like the elephant piece in Jumanji.

And you were the leader of this small orchestra;

I hoped to be first chair anything…

Only taking directions from you,

My Conductor.

-HennessyJ. ©2022