The moon isn't blue
But I am
Bathed in it's light
Alone in the night
Wish it were your gaze
That would drape me
In this haze

I'm not lonely
I have you within me
A soft glowing
Growing
Throbbing
Presence
Yet my longing intense

My nostrils
Would rather fill
With your musk
More alluring
Than the fragrance
Of nocturnal flowers
Feel the tangible
Touch of your fingers
On my face
As my heart begins to race

I console myself
In the moons glow
Hoping you will know
That the beams that touched you
Also bathe me
In your memory
In reverie