Moster Bright

Cool ether fills
this place
where I come to see her
draped in rippling ribbed
dark fabric
she stands stark
against its mist

In this night otherside
I touch her dark hair
with fingertips
Her round shoulders
relax
She breathes, eyes closed

Her soft bottom submits
I reach
the dream of her mystery
The dark mountains in the distance
silhouette in
swirling clouds of wicked methane

Her wise wild eyes,
so dark no matter escapes
pale moon skin
soft and hard
drippings oozings
I sway drunkenly
Her strength freezes me
and bruised, I gaze up at
alien stars

Stretching across
the planetary landscape
where we collapse
choking on vapor
suffocating on sex
streams fulfilled
in my death