Bloody Moon

I sit on the ground and I look at the moon,
Changing from pure to bloody what seems to be seconds,
And all I can think about is you, and your rosy lips,
Pressed against my skin... inhaling me into your lungs,
Keeping me captive like the smoke of a last cigarette...
Your silky palms soothing my aching body,
Calming my restless nerves, soothing me down to the core.
Your warm breath, holding my soul
In the palm of your hand, making me whole,
Making me ache for something unknown,
Your emerald eyes, sparking in the moonlight...
Calling me home, back in your arms...
And as the moon changes shades, it's been hours,
And I still ache at the thought of your touch.