Starry-Eyed

the sweet hymn of the obesidian temptress beckons me

starry-eyed disciples scattered around her moonlit kingdom

clothed flesh laid to rest on blushing emerald

Mona Lisa smile framed by trembling fingers

patterns traced on velvet shadows

patterns traced on bashful skin

a silver of space untouched by the cold wind

kissed instead by frothy heat

spilling over

the hymn of the obesidian temptress grows quieter

of her starry-eyed disciples, only the elders stay awake

the children are tucked away, chasing dreams

the rustling of blushing emerald the only warning

before the spirited beacon dances across the moonlit kingdom

carried on a whistling carraige of wind

I couldn't fathom the beauty lying beside me

for I witnessed something so magical

in the reflection of his eyes

staring back at me