You may come to me
When the moon is full,
Glowing moist and majestic
Leading a train of obedient clouds.
Reach for me as a moonbeam,
Find my cracks, seep through my façade
Of gaiety, illuminate and stir
Come to me soft silent
As moonlight escaping clouds
On a gloomy night, take me with you
To meet the sky, the sunroof to our limit.
Come to me on the night of the full moon,
Reveal again your fangs, mangle my spirits,
Be if you must like the night not lost I stood with you
Disinherited from your affections; come as a werewolf
To me, I’ll still love you.
Teen romance. First serious flingy thing. Somewhere between 16-nearing-17 and 18, I wrote this “work unprogressed”. Silly girl style. It did go into the collection I won my first poetry award with: trophy, certificate and cash prize.