月のしゃしん

Picture of the moon

(tsuki no shashin)

the silken brushstrokes

of your dark, alluring hair

reminds me of her

fair Luna, my muse

who watches over us both

like a mother would,

but when I look at your eyes,

I can’t help but see her, too.

even the slightest touch

from your fingertips, your lips

can set me ablaze

but your body’s warmth

temperates my frozen heart

just by holding me

and tonight, I’m free

and the memory of you

is surrounding me

just like Luna is watching

outside my window, up above.

your voice, lyrical

sounds like a gentle night’s breeze

softly calling sleep

when my hunt has long ended

and rest finally begun.