Light streaming in
Moonlight.
Our light.
Somehow brighter
than the sun could ever be.
Pentacle in place
Feeling you,
Hands grasping
Lips grazing...
Tongue discovering.
Drive. Hold me up.
Moonlight.
Our light.
So close. Too close.
How close is close enough?
So full.
Now.
Moonlight.
Our light.
2 in the morning
under the stars.
Our safe place.
Moonlight.
Our light.
Our love, finally
Spoken.
