Stumbling in the Dark

Gentle nudges in moonlit atmospheres—
Where lives are an instant in the great void.
You can only be my lover,
As the light retreats from darkness
But your curves even bring retreat
To darkened spaces.

Love is part of your voice,
Even as life bleeds from your lips
Like honey.
You are that part of me that wishes—
And doubts to be nothing more
Than what I am already.

A man who wishes,
Loves,
And dreams of better days
To gaze upon our gentle nudges
With a moon brightly lit above us both.