Upon the moonlight.
We both see it.
Why be afraid, ashamed of it shining on your skin?
Embrace the moonlight.
Let it soak into your soul and drive you mad.
They say she is promiscuous, the lady of the moon.
No doubt the reason why we are naked and unashamed.
Unashamed of the moon shining on us
If I were you, I would bare my skin and dance in a sudden spurge of insanity, drunk with moonlight.
Her long slender fingers caress the recesses of our minds.
We're driven to insanity by her subtle touch.
We jump into the lake but were too drunk to swim.
Breathing, a burden like the shame that permeates our soul.
Our last breath the expiring bubbles on the surface of the water.
Our last thought is how we both were naked and unashamed.