My Mistress MoonbySapphos Sister©
My mistress moon
‘Come, my darling, come to bed:
The sun’s asleep and, in its stead,
The moon is ripe and round and red
And bids you, love, to come to bed.’
Gleams and glistens; each caress
Of night air skims
And licks her limbs
And laves them in its loveliness.
‘No thoughts, my sweet, but now and here,
No fashioned guilt, nor borrowed fear:
The moon is cloudless, calm and clear
And prays you lie beside me here.’
Cowed, I climb upon her bed;
She lays me down
And lifts my gown
In one swift stroke above my head.
‘Now, beloved, let us kiss:
Would your mouth deny me this?
The moon’s a-brim with boundless bliss
And pleads you grant me one brief kiss.’
Fingers brush my finger-tips
And in her eyes
The truest lies
Draw me closer to her lips.
‘Here, my lover, let me test
My teeth upon your tender breast:
The moon has bred and bathed and blessed
Our bodies for this lovers’ quest.’
With her kisses,
All but this: her driving me,
Beyond the brink of ecstasy.
‘Hush, my angel, rest with me,
The sun’s aflame with jealousy;
The moon, though fled, is full and free
And bids that you might rest with me.’
Dream as though our dreams are one,
Till my waking
Brings the breaking
Of my heart, for she is gone.