No.
You cannot have me.
As much as I would like you,
to touch me and hold me,
to make sweet love to me
under the strawberry moon-
the mystery moon.
I cannot,
not tonight,
sweet lover.
I have other plans
With my other lover.
You know him,
I have introduced you
many times.
I need this energy for him,
The power I have harnessed and stored in my sacral space,
I have it for him,
All.
for our plans,
for our dreams,
for our tomorrows and
our forever.
This energy cannot be split,
divided,
Shared between you two.
It’s all for him.
Tonight
and the night after
and the night after that.
Until we lay spent,
tangled in sheets
laced with ecstasy,
smelling of the newness
of our creation.
Not tonight, sweet lover
my other lover awaits.
The canvas.
Empty and bare.
Open wide for me,
to spill my juices
all over.
And under.
As we create together.