Lunar Eclipse

You are the moon tonight
And all the light
Tonight implies.
Your body,
A full smoothness,
In pallid splendor spreads
Like the naked sky above, and
All I do

Is tremble.
This is beauty lust and tremor:
The makings of a world.

Dearest, now, don’t worry.
As I hover above you, and touch
And eat you,
Like a supple grape, the moon,
All they’ll see
Is shadow.

The makings of a world:
The dark and swallowing shadow.

6/1/2015
12:43 AM

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