Midnight Bliss

Petal-by-petal her layers I shed
Honey-drenched lips on which I fed

Oh sweet nectar, those petals bled

By which I, a thirsty butterfly, to her, was led

She, a beautiful moon-flower
Mine, in the magical midnight hour

Us, fallen, shooting stars

Aligned into constellations, we named ours

Galaxies of passion birthed in us

As stars and constellations collided among us

Dew from her eyes, her face moistened

As pain and pleasure horizoned

Devouring, savouring each bit

Hollowing, starving without it

In my lap she sits

My arms around her hip

The animal within

Has left our bodies in prints