Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

The moon is full,

the beast does arise

howling with frustration

with beauty wise.

No one can tell

no one can tame

lost in the moonlight

a singular lust uncontained.

A mournful note

hangs unbidden

over tender throat.

Teeth bared

saliva flashing

bodies wrapped

with primitive heat.

The fire that burns

searing the souls

of two twined.

Come daylight

they break apart

their masks in place

returning

always

to play their parts.

A revelation

when two come together

when minds

bodies

hearts

connect

incandescent.

Feb. 7/19

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