Moonstruck

Casting a tent
under the pale moon
my tawny fibers
her bleached strands
wrapped in a silver cocoon
flung into orbit
soaring on a comet's tail
earth's baser elements
my coarser part,
shards of chiseled rock
a stanchion ballasting
a delicate clasp
that is bathed
in drops of dew,
fueled by stardust
the exhaust of spent dreams

My darker hue
pairing a high libido
absorbs the pallid

Moonstruck