under the moon
moments of you
the waves, the soulful sea
arms and dusk
how we wade for thee
his crush, her tide
nature rings and sleeps
kills and creeps yet lies beneath
touching the soul
molding bones
creating a body of warmth to hold
the arm twined posture
a loving monster
who creaks and calls
kills for thee
a nickname of honey
a moon which seemed lonely
they aligned and perfected
a lovely projection
honey moon