Moonfire

 In silky warm moonlight

your palms sought the 

blades that mark my shoulders

they moved to the angles of my

body. In the milky white night

your mouth healed my wounds 

your heart so slow, to be still

for anyone else but me who lies

closest to you. And in between long sighs the moon

whispered her sheer magic into your heart

and mine. Until there was doubt -

there was no communion with her 

who blesses us in earnest, even what heretics shun.