Since you left, I've had no moonlight (inspired by Chavela Vargas' "Luz de Luna" (English / Spanish)

Pues desde que te fuiste
Yo no he tenido
Luz de luna...

your soft lips
your sweet lies
how you learned to use them well
so young
that's what caught me off guard

your long embraces
your languid sighs
each brush of your finger tips
they still brew, boil and bruise
beneath the gentle surface of my worldly countenance

a little more time
I would have loved you
a little more time
the tissue of lies you wrapped around me
might have completed their metamorphasis

I would have been yours
at the whims of your purile mercy
the sickness you left in my heart came on quickly
somehow I healed myself before infection set in
went sceptic and consumed me

still on nights I dreamt
of your moonlight
how the chains of your condecension
brought small gifts of light
to my cold, dark forest

obviously this evil is pervasive
even the very young are vile
no matter though, poppet
it's true you abandoned me
sampled my wares and then kicked me in the teeth

one thing you can never change
like all the liars, beggars, cheats and vagabonds before you
who feigned interest, kindness and tenderness
in exchange for orgasms:
I had you

in my arms, in my mouth, in my bed
our scents and essences comingled
conspired and covered our bodies in lust and sweat
Deny me for a thousand years hence and longer still
It will always be true

I had you once upon a time