Moonflower Eyes

It was upon a moonlit night,

Upon a night, with the moon so round

You, who were mine of divine right,

Floated in the lap of this uncertain sound.

Your hair was smoke,

A shade darker than the velvet

That the night had wrapped.

You traced fairy lights in the night,

A long roughly carved out snake;

“The birds, the birds!” you screamed,

And you were right,

The fire was burning bright.

Your arms were spread

Like Aphrodite’s archway.

This misfit’s euphoria was bound

In your moonflower eyes.