I'm still trying to organize a reading sometime. Malak has volunteered his grove for this purpose. Now, all I need are participants and an audience. If you have any interest in this venture, a joining of the artistic talents contained within Achaea, either as a participant or an audience member, send me a message. I would love to gather us together in one place to share the beauty that is poetry, and the joy that comes with sharing a creation. If you have ANY interest whatsoever, contact me.
Anyway, that's enough promotion. Here's a poem:

The winds whisper
while I sleep,
carrying the images
which form in my dreams.
Your body writhes in
the moonlight,
framing every angle,
every changing curve,
as you dance
around the fire,
the flames casting
your shadow
onto the dark ground.
My fingers brush
against you softly,
enjoying the smoothness
of your skin,
and the warmth of your body
as i tell you how
I love you,
with my eyes.
Waking from this bliss,
I long for home,
to feel my empty arms
around you,
at my journey's end.

Thanks,
Moonglum

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 217 AF.