in an ancient temple
under a taurus moon
you showed me your feathers
with pride, as if my flaming hair
could not consume them.
today you brought no water but
flew from it, you betrayed the
constellation that ascended the
horizon at the moment of your birth.
and how did you convince
a priestess of fire to offer you saline
streams amidst your drought?
it must have been aphrodite crawling
in skorpios, it must have been meth
amphetamine mania, it must have been the milky
way my owl mother raised me.
and if by chance it was your fingers commanding
chords, if it was the scar upon your
chest, if it was your moth-lust, your
keen prose, your wolven lunar howl,
then i have been stung once more while playing
in the poison. it was likely just my
horns itching for your ex's over
powdered eyes. it was probably my god of war
demanding human sacrifice.
you ill-fated soul, how you must thirst now
in glucose starved darkness. don't you know i float
freely in deep lakes beneath the caves?
don't you know a python chokes a whooping crane with pleasure?