Your Beauty And The Moonlight

When I left the unconscious inhabited by the image, a vision, of you.
The other night.
With a slick of the sweat from your neck,
Still rolling on my tongue like whiskey.
When I left the unconscious inhabited by the image,
A vision,
Of blue suspended in your eyes.
I left
You
Feeling like you, like I expected you,
At any moment
To begin howling.
Because when I left you,
You were as I was,
When I woke.
Shivering,
Pulse racing.
Aroused,
Turned on.
Like a fucking halogen.