The moon

I wag blindly your wet contours, I stir the powder of your sleepy eyes in the cup of this crystal morning, I touch your skin wrapped in an Undine's veil, the dawn turns blue like the silky garment of a golden jousting and the moon fades away, hidden by our tight embrace. The day is filled with soft whispers and smooth caresses, the sun is shining in the refluxing waves of the sky, away from the paling city's lights.