In Moonlight

Her soft body

shines as alabaster

in the pale moonlight

as she lays in bed

my Helen

my Isolde

my Juliet

I look upon her

as holy, a temple

where I worship

her beauty

our love 

a sacred bond

as we embrace

twin souls

finding peace

in the swirling

madness.

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