“A SERENADE TO THE MOON”

At twilight, I long for my beloved,
confined by time and a silence so infinite.

Veiled in the satin expanse of the night,
she emerges with such radiance –ah, prima donna-

With the courting smile of a temptress Eve,
she awakens in my veins
a torrent of adrenaline,
chemistry of the feminine.

Her silver-plated rays of light;
cast a mirage of clarity into
the restless shadows of my soul.

Serpentine strokes of wind
brush the curls of my golden hair,
kiss my neck, nip my breast,
lap from the oasis of my solitary dunes
and the love is conjured –by the swaying wind–
floating tristfully between my two existences,
reminiscent of the notes of Chopin’s Nocturne.

How I love my belle Lune!

At dawn, she leaves me exhausted,
stripped of all prejudice
under the amber glow of the desert
parched for a drop of her forbidden elixir.

Surrounded in a sea of crystal sand,
confined by time and a silence so infinite.
It is here, where I will wait…
always.

© Elena Vargas