I dance tonight under the traitor moon,
All high and glorious, pale hearted and cold and
She turns hungry mouth to my bud wings,
Child and imperfect and inhales;
My toes outdo saplings and push
Through loam air, and yet, and yet
Only my breath drifts to join such a
Coward moon. And again she *****,
Locks her vivid mouth, more real and
Wanting than the frost climbing and settling
Into my bones, more real than your
Sunset love, she presses open mouthed her
Perfect, red lips to mine and the void
On the other side of her curved, sea light
Body turns its wide gaze to my bird-soul
Fluttering weak, soft eyed, and yearns,
Until it tumbles, wingless and blind to it.
My human body slumps to chill earth,
Full to choking of dark soil and grave haunt,
And it whispers to the distant, single moon;
I am, I am, I am.