[Passionaria]

last night I washed my soul
in the river of love
as the moon dripped her golden elixir
into the black of night
spilling effervescent dreams
across the nakedness of my need
releasing light and shadow to copulate
upon tightly pressed realities


her love offering moonbeams
of golden hope
to seduce and impregnated
the smooth dry lines of my beliefs
giving birth to possibility
mesmerized, I shook loose
the last thread that bound my heart
to no you can't

last night as I washed my soul
in the river of love
the moon kissed the night
and her shimmering moonbeams whisper to me
I would never deny you, your dreams