A Night for Lunatics, Bajo de la Luna

Written by Kay

Though cloaked in the mist of the majestic evening,
it glitters like liquid platinum, that translucent milk --

Clumsy girl, that ethereal milk-maid, for while skipping through
the vasty field of orchids,
(a powerfully, potently purple bunch)
she tumbles down into the arms of
the forbidden god --

And the bucket drops!
But sigh: White veils the sooty horizon,
and hardened beads ornament thorny vineyards,
glittering, scattering, glowing,
like dozens of flighty fireflies --

The orchids open, their roots drinking the sweet, sweet
milk. Flourish! Flourish! --

While that god tangles himself in her golden
hair: smiling, seducing, touching, licking, moaning!
One moment, that loss of innocence, and milk spills
over their angled bodies,
trickling random paths down trembling thighs --

Flourish, orchids! and
the sparkling lake of beauty-black,
lapping at the lovers' sweat-beaded heels,
glows with specks of golden pollen, rising skyward.

You know they’re just under the moon,
those honey-dribbling bees --

They're dancing together, bathed in purity.

finis.