My Moonlight

And in that moment i didn’t know if they were really there or if they were a hallucination: the personification of moonlight’s impossible love for darkness. The light only able to almost touch them but never linger, refracted at all angles by the everythingess of them. Their skin was made of the absolute of the cosmos. Night melted into its most excellent essence and poured into living glass that moved with a delicate immenseness i dreamed of dedicating a lifetime to memorize. Everything that had ever been, or would come to be, was a part of this person who shown with a vibrancy of life that could never be captured by something as feeble as one person’s vision. Or touch, I learned, as the space between us dissolved. I felt my eyes searching every detail of their face, attempting to take in so much at once felt blinding, as they reached out to run their fingertips along my jaw from my chin into the ticklings of hair at the nape of my neck, just far enough that their palm could cradle my cheek. Everything I was in that moment was my cheek as it was being held by their hand. My eyes found theirs just as the hot gaze of theirs landed on my mouth. My lips parted without my telling them to, my heart stopped and pounded harder than it ever had, and my breath caught in my throat as their thumb lifted from its resting place on my cheek to graze the fullness of my lower lip. I fought the impulse to lick my lip as their thumb lingered in the softness of the corner of my mouth. I could feel my nipples tighten as a wave of pleasurable tingles washed past them on its way between my legs. My lip held the weight of their thumb for a moment before they dipped it slightly into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, enjoying the salty sweaty taste, with my mouth still open. I ignited with a powerful feeling to see their eyes fog with lusty intoxication as my mouth closed around their thumb, sucking it lightly. Suddenly the glorious, excruciating, tension that it felt like was holding the universe together shattered and we dove headlong into each other. I remember it as if i were living it now, and as i’ve aged i’ve found myself living in the corner of my mind where that moment lives on, perfectly preserved, far more often than occupying my corporeal space. Although their body and then their name may have escaped into the archives of time; for me, they and I will always be there: living that night for the rest of my days. I feel them around me in the darkest night air every New Moon. In the brightness of every Full Moon, they are the most beautiful interpretation of sunlight. They are Moonlight’s love personified, and love can never die. They taught me that.