the moon man

By: Jenna Sorsen




the dark creeps upon
    the dignity of the day,
stealing its glorious light
    and tucking it away.

the last sliver of sun
    drops into the unknown,
the black has lengthened,
    shadows have grown.

night holds me
    in an opaque embrace
as my flighty feet
    carry me to the meeting place

hearts beat
    and blood flows,
of this love
only the night knows.

we are
    lovers under the moon.
we hold onto this dark,
    for the light will come too soon.

bodies create
    a chaotic coven,
arms laced
   and hearts are woven.