skin stroked
by a silky, milky moon
my eyes hushed
by its streamlight
and you
lunar-lit
little she-cat
bewitching me with your slippy sways!
fur-wrapped ankles
nibbled toes
naughty!
seductress!
i know what you’re doing!
and knowing
still
i am all yours
this night
—the boys asleep (or on the hunt)—
you and i play our witchy ways
it is all ours
this moon tonight
and i am entranced
by it and by you
in its dreamlight
Written on Thursday 12 December, 2020, during the last full moon of the year (and decade), which I spent with my beloved Lily.
PHOTO: Joonas Kääriäinen/Pexels