Akin To Moonlight Poem by Mark Heathcote

Pearls would accessorise her neckline
But then that opalescence of her skin
Needs nor requires any baubles enchain
Her pale nape is hypnotic; beauty-akin
To the moonlight beamed from the heavens
Like a serpent, I longed to ascent:
Coil and get tacky with her resins
Collar to collar bone, I'd circumvent...
To each earlobe with kisses; trinkets -
Would only serve to get in my way
Her body like a white eucalyptus:
And whether day or night, night or day,
Thirsting now it's all I want her to purvey.