Coy as a summer moon at high noon
she teases oceans of her mirrored image.
Secretive missive folded in the sealed parchment
she hides the treasures buried within the fold.
A peek is all he wants between the sheets
hands in a prayer prying the teasing gap.
To shed light upon the curves of a few lines
attempting to part the mysteries of her night.
Safe as she has been from the darting rays
her soul smiles at the gentle caress.
Would-be thief, unsuspecting her mighty shield
she knows this knight will too fall to her kindness.
Subtle star in never-ending realms she reigns
giantess above the battlefield of no victory.
Her message solid as eternity is of intimate grace
not to be shared but with the infinite sublime.