
tonight i might try
dancing barefoot
spinning & yearning
for a dark angel dreaming
with that mark of moth
bare shoulder worn
just to see her smile
all grey the ravens
under the trysting moon

tonight i might try
dancing barefoot
spinning & yearning
for a dark angel dreaming
with that mark of moth
bare shoulder worn
just to see her smile
all grey the ravens
under the trysting moon

darksky grey a’coming
rumble her clouded head
sparks sent across
flint on steel in bed
twisting her sheets
around bare calf & thigh
darksky grey a’coming
through her evernight

we live these falling red leaves
on the wind turning & spin
dancing, you ask for help on dying
i have only these sundried bone
to your blade glancing moonlight
no, your night i cannot surrender
a shower in crisp scarlet skitters
i lay down these ossified arms
waiting for the thrust and pierce

ever thorn head burning
one step in the without
dancing in my devils
twist my spaces thin
knuckle bark to bone
raw red and stone
under covers counting
hours writhe of poem
i wonder at crimson pools
of my blood i have spilled —
when will come the bloom?