Moon soot

There is a citrine moon
hanging in
a starless
sky.
It eclipses
over
the tops
of trees
the dirt,
grass
and every
hollow thing
that roams
during a night
like this

It looks as if
it waters
everything,
that is dark
with crystal
tears, to feed
this twisted
valley.

I long to touch
all the darkness
that's shattered
across the places
one dares
not
to
go.

Where whispers
have
no
echoes.
Where
your
soul
is
wrapped
around
my
own.

The deepest
parts
of your
mind
that
are
hidden
beneath
the rug,
sheets
and
bed.

Let me
roll around
in your
dirt
and
wet
red clay.

Spread my hands
to touch
things that are
too afraid to
seek
the
piercing
light.

I want
to cover
my
body
in
your soot.

Get
my hair
matted
with ash
that's been
left
behind
in
your
lungs.
From all
the years
you've smoked.

Darling,
you've
embraced
the shadow
that's a part
of what
makes me
still
your
woman.

Now
I won't
let
fear
stand
at the
gate

I welcome
it in
the toad,
and
driftwood.

Let me
in the
puddles
of mud
where
you hide
from
even
yourself.
There,
we
can
be
whole.