Trees in dark tunics
leaves reflect the pale moonlight.

The silver fur of the moon
extended claws gripping the dark
veins are stretched to a chilled red wine.

Its taste tingles on the tip of my tongue
to lick the white stains of the ambushed sky
to pluck the emblems with my teeth
and howl silently with the moon
nudging the dark space to a blushing white.

©Malintha Perera 2015