The tang tastes of fright
Coppery like the penny-worth
Of thoughts from those that spy us
Leering long looks
At the guts and gleeful guzzling
Of poor beast that was beating
The earth with free hoofs
And eyes large, white-ringed brown;
That sight that had us
hunkering and chuckling.

Beneath the ****** rueful moon
We must look a site,
High and dizzy with that leaking
Lifeforce that warms the cold away.
Blue with the rays
And red with the crime,
Caught shame faced as it dribbles
Down our chin and into the dirt.

Are you sourounded by your dreams or your nightmares?

I don’t think of you every day,
Only when the moon is blue,
As it was the other night.
You arrived bathed in its hue.
I filled with want,
Wanting you, to fill the same.
Which you were – at least in this telling.

For the space between us crackled,
As it often seemed to do,
Fertile ground for lightning,
Begging for a strike.
I reached for your cheek,
My hand a shy bolt,
But never arrived.

Instead I woke
Wet and warm, breathing heavy.
I turned to the pillow beside me,
My heart echoing in the space
Above it.

Is it love if I don’t think of you daily?
Are you simply a crush that I cannot shake?
One that’ll rust and crumble,
As soon as I take a bite?
Or would we burn brightly,
Or burn eachother,
Or burn out?
Maybe some romances,
Are better unlived,
Save for in dream and dalliance.

I reached for you once,
On a cliff
Overlooking a midnight sea.
Both of us wide awake,
Although a little drunk.
You leaned,
But not in the direction I’d hoped.
“I don’t want to lose you,
As a friend”
You’d said.

Well, I don’t know,
If I can have you,
As a friend.

Do friends visit each other,
Wrapped in blue,
Leaving the other,
Wet and warm,
Alone and breathing heavy?

Sounds more like,
A lover’s trespass,
To me.