Whisper...

Celestial pearl shattering the dark
Emptiness of space, rippling the
Luminescent silver clouds in arcs
Entrancing about Her hidden
Nether approaches, whilst singing
Eternal epiphanies woven in Her hair

The leaves bend tight against
Slowly churning winds bound
To give myriad mysteries
Of Shape and Device unto
The silvered slip of sky where
Quicksilver’d nectars are
Deeply drawn into cup

Floating lazily about me
She bites fondly on crescent
With breath and fire blazing
Whirlpools of desire, granted
Pleasures of night with longing
Under our silver Huntress
The bow hums softly still