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.