I stand naked
On the brim of your bed
My skin feels full
And heavy with musk
There is a full moon
Outside the window…
Feeling my stomach

The movement of you
Beside me in the dark
The soft scent upon us
I look upon you push back covers
Yours eyes watching under petals of skin
Your mouth a crimson wound
In the peace of your face
And the moonlight coming in
Shifts silver across the bed

I take in the room
The bed
The movement
Of you beside me
In the gentle dark

Peaceful like a dream

John Tench