Unconditionally

Scars paint the past

Of your taken path

On the forearms of

Your Endymion body:

Beautiful and

Dangerous to my 

Existence, and the

Crescent pattern is

The final eclipse

Of a Harvest moon;

And I am your Selene, 

Falling for the grace in

The ember twilight of

A final dawn rising 

Washing away with 

Dew capped petals and 

Reflecting away

The heartache knotted

Into the scabs of

Your haunting past.