Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Mistress Moon
lying here upon my bed
in my ear, a whisper
a rustle at my feet
what’s this?
a call, a beckon
rising, I cast about
there, again
throwing open my door
she’s standing there
her face full upon me
I’ve seen her many nights previous
at times her face half-hidden
her hair is adorned with shimmering lights
slowly, night by night
she’s turned her face upon me
more, ever so little bit more
she need not utter another word
her voice transfixes me
I’m under her spell
reaching out, I touch her
she’s cold yet sexy
I want her
my lips quiver to taste her there
I’m ready in a moment
tongue curling
for a stretched out moment
I imagine kissing her
holding her there between my teeth
soft thighs and that silver smile
groaning, I reach out again
she always whisks me away
transported to magical lands
imaginations and fantasies
combined, entwined, inseparable
I feel a shiver
how long have I been standing here
staring into her face?
how long have I run my fingers
through her star-studded hair?
I notice with a start she’s moved away
much further away from me
she’s almost out of reach
wait! I cry out
just as she disappears before mine eyes
her raven locks fade from sight then
how did I lose track of the entire night?
I ponder as I stumble back to my bed
the first birdsong on the edge of my ear
she’s done it again, my love
yet I know, though she calls me tonight
I’ll answer her once more
no hesitation
though I know she’ll already have turned her face aside
always looking for someone else
while yet she visits me
still, I love her
perhaps
tonight
she’ll finally give her whole self fully over
to me, only me
tara caribou | ©2020
Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.
25 Comments on “Mistress Moon”
Raw Earth Ink 
Really great. Enjoyed this 🙂
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Hey thanks! I appreciate that.
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i’ve never seen the moon as a woman before.
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hhmmm sooo is that a good thing?? or unbelievable? I’m legitimately curious.
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i don’t know. the sun has always seemed female as a life giver, but the moon is a harsh mistress. Argh.
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The moon is a harsh lover but she has taught me a lot.
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Me too. Totally. I wonder how many hours of my life I’ve spent staring up at the moon… the stars… the auroras.
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I wonder that about myself…
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So mesmerizing…🌙✨
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It is… I bet it looks amazing from that beach!!!!
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Oh yes!!! Very much so,
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The moon might be a harsh mistress, but I’d pay money to see you two together 😉 killer piece!
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Ha! I thought a man wrote this poem, but maybe I did. As I recall, it was somewhere around 4am when it was pouring out so I may not have been fully awake.
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Lol whichever it’s still hot and my comment remains true.
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Fair enough. I’m glad you liked it. It was beautiful out there. The moon, so bright I could barely look at it. The stars everywhere. The air sharp and fresh with that almost-autumn crispness.
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I could think of quite a few glorious things to do beneath that beautiful moon.
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Personally, I did a lot of sighing and wishful thinking…
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Awe well that’s a correct response to such beauty.
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I mean, how much money we talkin’?? lol
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Hahahaha big sums.
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LOL
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The moons shimmering paleness always lends to beauty.
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Indeed
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Ooooh this is exactly how it is!! I love this. Sensual and surreal 🙂
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Thanks Nathan. It was a very peaceful sensual evening, indeed.
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