The night is dark silk and sharp diamonds

That you can dress in

And shadows have fingers and tongues

Darting from the corners

Between your folds

The grass is an altar, the wind is a thief

That steals your voice

And renders you mute so that you can’t scream

As sharp claws rip your skin

And teeth pierce the tender flesh

The moon likes to watch, the sky is a witch 

That wraps you in her velvet cape 

There’s enough fabric to hide you both 

Enough darkness for you to kiss her secret place 

To wake the devil in her the priests sought