Here I lay in the light of the moon.
The light shines in the grooves of my mind.
I’m mysterious, unknowable. I like complication.
Here, I belong to myself.
Here, I offer myself to you.
Here, I wait for you to take that invisible, indescribable thing, that heavy thing inside me that begs to be taken up and used, picked up and played with, scooped out of me and scratched.
In the light of the moon I can admit how deeply the dark draws me. I can feel the wild girl inside me and I can feel the layered ache for more.
In the light of the moon I can form the words to ask you for more, to beg you to take what is yours.
In the full moon I have no fear.