Moonrock

She wears a cat encrusted T-shirt         & panties with L*O*V*E         guarding the Paradise door         & when balm of night         casts shadows,         her face is moonrock         distant to mysterious         down storybook crags;         her darling form cloaked         in twilight garments         of an inky earth.         Gates of Venus,         . . . as if feline whiskers         whispered, wan cat eyes         in amber dark glowed pale honey         in alchemy or blur of soft movement         was caress to stars' elopement         with the sky.         This woman summons fire,         stokes furnaces to quicken parchment leaves         of flame-thick desire,         honed soft on ripples         skin tones were curvaceous         drift of oars, vivacious breast on buttock's         door, more moisture bead         holding regal court,         this prance down wet & downy stair.         Rain is a swift messenger         paw prints         with descent of night         where moon         becomes a plaything of         clouds' passion,         and pincushion         upward surge of         clammy earth.