Itís been ages since Iíve seen the sun,
And frankly I donít miss it.
Its raysóonce warm and comforting
I find are now offensive and harmful.
It cannot compare
To the cool, crisp melody of the night.
The darkness soothes and protects
My nude, smooth skin
The light from the moon, a whispered hush
Gently kissing my surface.
Warmth is overrated,
When the cool dark is so beautiful--
So sensual, so secretive.
The crescent moon smirks at me,
As if she knows something I donít.
And I donít mind,
Because at least
She knows something.