The Moon At Dawn

I shaped you in the dark,

from the velvet loins of my dreams,

each fragment of you

inked in longing.

My sighs gave you breath.

I traced the perfection 

of your moonlit form,

glowing only for me.

Then morning unraveled you

my words scattered like startled birds,

fleeing the edges of my mind,

vanishing into pale light.

And the washed-out moon

stood forgotten in the sky,

longing for the night

to hold you again.