I drink a cocktail of moonlight

at high noon

The shadows disperse

leaving behind a trail of nightmares

to find their way back

Novae swim in my eyes

and I've got my head above the clouds

while my heart lies six feet under

decomposing with the rest of me

I drink a cocktail of moonlight 

Every shot that I get. 

If the moon is depleted 

I'll reach for the stars.

I Booze up on the Milky Way

To stupefy the pain.

This spaced out gypsy

Has an unmerciful thirst

to go home. 

I drink a cocktail of moonlight

Laced with a million shooting stars

The intoxicating scent of darkness

Accompanied by the candlelight of long forgotten midnight bars

Where I tussle with my demeanour

Surrounded by the righteous and the wicked

The lost and the wronged

Amongst all the dysfunction is somewhere we belong

Some sort of serenity hinted at in a thousand different songs

While we sway in time to the nights rhythm and rhyme

From nightclubs and quaint forgotten bars

To star adorned bedrooms above parked cars

Intoxicated by the floral scent of you

Infecting my thoughts with serpentine visions of lust

Discarded lace and satin under the stasis of moon dust

Bodies writhing amongst the flickering flames of candlelight

Shadows dancing in carnal tribal celebration

Fingers wet with desire and temptation

The open blinds cast moonlit lines across the room

Shadows that fall and rise with every passing car

While I trace glossy lips with hungry fingertips

Mouths caress wantonly in the electricity of the dark

The silky smooth skin that blesses my fingers

Lost in the heat of you

Your thighs tight around me

Addicted to your feminine wiles

On the invisible shore of the night

That takes us closer to ecstasy

Wave after undulating wave

The tranquility broken by urgency

Carnal greed and fire possessing our souls

Extinguished by the caress of slumber

And on my lips your number...

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.

I drink a cocktail of moonlight

But you see

I do not swallow

I breathe

The glow of that rock

It's remnants hushed

To a dust of humbled rays

Boasting the warmth

Of a million lights

Pulled by the touch

Of a blackened nothing

It crawls to the very corners of me

Into each and every crater that craves

To taste these memories of centuries

Traveled by the

Sun

Unknowing

And boiling in her own innocence

Her majesty all but aware

Of the weight she holds over

Countless souls

Who are one in the same

Once filtered through the teeth of time

Softened in broad strokes

And spilled graciously over us

Through this blessing of the

Moon

I drink a cocktail of moonlight,

A tempting witches brew.

Temptation transformation,

A lunar rendezvous.

With the essence of Hecate

Imbued in my veins

And Aphrodite's allure

Further ingrained

With each sip and each swallow

Of this enticing vervain.

If it's a witch that you seek,

Never have any doubt.

I am influence and power.

Beauty masks my clout.

And with this cocktail of moonlight

My powers increase.

Where the daylight leaves me dormant,

In the night, I will feast

As desire blinds your eyes

To the belly of the beast.

And with a pheromone call,

Attraction emanates

As he crawls and begs and pleads

And she salivates.

So, follow me, my loves

And find the release that you seek

With this moonlight cocktail procured..

Won't you have a drink with me??

I drink a cocktail of moonlight

It makes my gut feel tight

Loathe to rage or fuck or fight

I surrender to the night

In a quiet clearing

Lit by Luna's light

I build a meager fire

To lessen Dark's cold bite

I stare upon the heavens

And contemplate my life

All the people I have known

The ones I've loved and lost

The truths that I've held dear

And tossed

The battles I have fought

For reasons now exiguous

So frivolous in thought

That's when it occurs to me

That to live

Comes at a cost...

-DeRicki

I drink a cocktail of moonlight and gin, laced with angel dust. 

My cheeks flush with iridescence, my wings beat against the heavy summer night.

Sweet nectar drips down my chin; I catch it with the back of my wrist, careful not to scratch myself on sharpened fangs.

Long locks blow in the breeze, blinding me, as I balance along a log.

I recede into the wood, searching for a likeness...

a partner

a mother

a mirror

lost on a journey without markings or a map.

So I drink a cocktail of moonlight and gin, laced with angel dust

alone.

#nightdwellers #beginningline

I drink a cocktail of moonlight,

hours drip away until dethroned

past the towering bridge of ecstasy.

Moon threatens to fall out of the sky

in a beacon of glitz and bleeding toes,

drifting past moodiness, leering brazenly -

a pock marked soul sitting on edge of day.

Moon’s madness slips just beneath halo,

laying on top of world with angel wings.

Standing alone, I hear sounds of guts

and fury pounding the ground, displaced

spleen limpid with lukewarm tears -

trickle of aqua becomes a stream as

moon gives a silent yawn while music

strums in the gilded background.

Moon is all that exists as I take last sip

awakening to savage sun taking a bow.

I drink a cocktail of moonlight when the slivery glow is full. The savage intoxication of lust that grips my soul anew: Craving the heart, the beating life, the call that demands repast. Control is lost at the scent of blood; the drug a life that clings: the incur, no choice, resist I can’t, under the rays of my god.— The circular monolith and curse from times past — when I lost my way on that lonely road. The savagery untold, death was gone, the bite of truly evil. And now the girl, trembling of fear, I howl, the call is wild. Her red cloak shimmies under the soft night shine, a hint of taste delight. A feast on granny, then desert, the climax, oh shit! Here comes that woodsman.