Moonlight

Not crude, like my lamp, but the purest of light,
Defying the darkness, dismissing the night,
Sensing you sleeping it beckoned me through Looking for secrets,
looking for you.

I tried to resist, but it drew me within,
Corrupting my purpose it willed me to sin,
I should, had I chosen, have passed your room by,
But your door gently opened, so in ventured I.

I snuffed out the lantern to study the moon
As it furtively searched every inch of your room,
Softly, intrusively, spying your world,
Then down slid your sheet as your fingers uncurled.

Trespassing closer, it then lit your skin,
So perfectly fashioned, so pale and so thin,
The curves of your body like marble at rest
My hand followed slowly, then stopped at your breast.

No cotton protecting your beauty on show
As deeply you slumbered, so never could know
The guile of the moon as it led me astray,
Your dreams held you captive some light years away.

Had the moon not enticed me on that one fateful day
I might never have seen you, been well on my way,
Just left you there sleeping, secure in your world,
But down slipped your sheet as your fingers uncurled.

© Clive Harvey