You Are the Moon That Breaks the Night for Which I Have to Howl

Poems/stories/whatever, based on a line from a song :)

You are not my Juliet,
And yet, you rise like the moon,
White and otherworldly, huge against the night.

My eyes are aflame. Their bittersweet chocolate,
Melts in the heat of your embrace;
Golden coins, minted in lust, they glow in the darkness.

My need for you is less than human--
More than human?  More basic,
You are my love.  You are my pack.

And also, the moon; and how you make me howl.
And I love you so, I could rip out your jugular,
And drink your blood like a wolf.

The End

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