Song Of The Moon Poem by Natalie Castro

Under the skies I waited
For your warmth, your touch
Your kiss against my lips
Wind howled, moon yawned
And you came
I saw you with sword at your waist
As you came up the hill I waited
Smile tugging at your pale, thin lips
Came to me, brought me close
Kissed me and played with my hair
Moon watching us from above
I brought my hand down your chest
Felt the creases of your body
Pulled away and sighed
You were starving, I remember
Only feasting on corpses and small blades of grass
Taking my hand, kissed my palm
Whispering you want me
I close my eyes and figure I must want you too
This feeling so sweet
Could only keep going due to the
Almighty song of the moon