Moonlight in September

Loving you has not been easy

you have turned to quicksilver

in my grasping hands.

 

You, wanton woman of my imagination,

have sung siren songs

and lured me to the sensual shoals

of your soft, pliant thighs.

 

You have driven me mad

with unfulfilled desires

as I crash into your emotional reefs.

Though I touch you mud-warm body

I cannot touch your frozen heart.

 

When I hold you tight,

you turn to sand,

or protean-like

you shape-shift to Medusa at midnight

 Aphrodite at dawn

 

You smiling enigma

addicting me

with your opiate of love and lust.

 

Long, long ago

you beckoned me

to your jagged shores.

Loving you has not been easy,

but I cannot let you go—

with you I find sweet agony and painful bliss—

Golden-haired Druid

Hazel-eyed witch of  Endor,

You enchant me

For I am smitten

Once,

Twice,

Thrice—

Forever?

© David Cooper