A Taste Upon My Lips Poem by Marcus McKinley

In the germane space between mid and night
Lies the truth, in the pale Moonlight
languid as a shooting star
Soar the yearnings of my heart
And, solemn breathes of how I feel
Plucked from air, in mid flight

The soft moons glint, will soon reveal
Every sensibility no matter how lugubrious
Unraveling mysteries availed in insight
Touched with fang these lips languorous
Within my words, distilled and poisonous
Hides love consumed and a wanton heart

Cherish I, your mortal vessel
But, also I your immortal soul
And, to this deed I am a vassal
Whether doffed, in portion or in whole
Peremptorily upon the midnight hour
your passionate soul I will devour

And, your essence upon my lips savor
Until time and space have passed the hour
Reflecting back a moon no more