Every night I look through the sky
Piercing her heart for your bosom
She cries away your steps
With my bulbs seeing none of your ransom
She gifts her left breast as my moon
Places her compass to "star" my journey to your chest
But sends her misty tears which makes your figure foggy and yet to be known
Leaving me with "goose bumping" from my pregnant heart
I crawl to the star for direction
She heeds and leads but there's no much time left
It's getting brighter; she's faint, wooed away by dawn
So she retreats, leaving me in the chase for shadows
The sky quickly pulls away her skin like a chameleon
Hitting my eyes with strokes of heated brightness
By offering her right breast to "sun" my path to your zone
But she's dried, weak and tired and fleas to the sweetness of the haze
This circle has become a custom
The search has pulled out of time
The moon now fears my face; tired of our journeys
The star has lost her bearing to the charms of Herod
The sun has returned to chores she left "undid"
But I'm yet to get your bosom
My pregnant heart is ageing with words waiting to be delivered
And till you come, my heart will remain pregnant
image credit: Sam Rigby