Blue beams sneaking through the parted slits of the blinds.
Peeking through reveals the full moon.
Scarily close, as if growing nearer.
Raising the blinds to bathe in the light,
Recalling when it wasn't a solitary affair.
In this upper floor room, in this three story house,
The love that was made with only the moon as witness.
Replaced by memories. The ghost of lovers past.
The one who taught of the effects of lunar power .
Missing the lips that would leave a loving trail,
Down the neck.
Down the chest.
Foreplay never neglected.
The moonlight turning porcelain skin into the most alluring shade of blue.
Fireflies dancing as if to the rhythm of love's tango.
Sharing each other's taste from...