Midnight Moon

by Sunny

Sapphire diamonds
cascade across the sky
blue sensual passion
floats with care and
romantic emotion

for this moon goddess
rests upon high
showering your soul
with penetrating
sensations that one man
can only experience in his
most relaxed state of mind

feeling my hands of pure silk
gliding gently across your skin
soothing the aches of the world
which rest heavily on your heart

sprinkles of moon dust enter
your senses as you breathe
my heart into your restless
state of begging sleep

lover I am your midnight passion
your intoxicating remedy
drink my whispers of sweet
for rest is needed when lovers
ignite as one.



Memories whisper-drift
Unrealized dreams
Wait on the edge, and time
Sways anchored inside
The space where nothing matters;
Hearts share a moon glistened destiny,
An intertwined beauty
Holding on tightly, hands clasped in prayer,
Night whispers the beating heart, nestled safely
On horizon’s cusp
As rain softly whispers kisses down upon the echoes
Staining each sacred ache,
Petals of silk
Open arms
Heart-prints collide upon tender;
Shadows of happiness,
Softest reflections beneath a breath…



Think of you

“Go to work. Eat. Dream. Try to sleep.

Think of you.

Count the stars. Wake up.

Think of you.

Be here. Listen to what they’re saying.

Think of you.

Cook. Read. Watch TV.

Think of you.

Pay attention.

I’m thinking of you.”

― pleasefindthisI Wrote This For You


sacred moments

I ache to be inside your head,

to feel what shall not be spoken of

but only felt by your most sacred moments

in time.

To see what your heart feels,

what you think as you observe your day,

those thoughts you keep stacked away,

always nagging at your skin,

wanting to be released

but not to be shared.

I want to know your hidden parts,

those who smell of roses

but look dark as your shadows,

like the whole of confusion,

of separation to the others.

Because the others will never understand.

Because the others are not like you.



The dreamer in her

“I saw

the dreamer in her

had fallen in love with me

and she did not know it.

that moment the dreamer in me

fell in love with her,

and I knew it.”

~Ted Hughes



I’ll be waiting

“You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

Tinkerbell, “Hook”


I was reminded of this quote–Ironically from a dream I had last night.

Across the sky

“Your love’s a gathering storm
I chase across the sky
a moment in your arms
became the reason why
You alone are my light
I would give anything to feel
you in my arms tonight.”~Unknown


A tender place

❝There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark…their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their name pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.❞  

 Sara ZarrSweethearts

“Study me as much as you like,

you will never know me. For i

differ a hundred ways from

what you see me to be. Put

yourself behind my eyes, and

see me as i see myself. Because

i have chosen to dwell in a place you

can’t see.” ~Rumi


This is a typical trait of a Virgo… 😉


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Those who know secret things

“I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.” 

― Rainer Maria Rilke

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