Came down too soon?

I question those rhymes

from terraced eternity.

 

In the right light,

with the right eyes

I’ll moon-beam.

 

Pareidolic, the wireframe

black blemishes on

a cratered sphere

 

build me from those

shadowy spots I’ve teeth-torn

through your structure,

 

this is everything,

is never-crescent

never dissipates

 

unabridged and all

extremes, passing soft

the basalt seas,

 

that whole wide world

so tenderly distant,

pining clowders

 

screeching beneath

their tears, my dusty

mane on Masonite.

 

Lay picnic blankets

over my mouth, tongue-gag

and gorge above

 

poured claret, its red

dripping down shared

celestial skin;

 

I’m a greedy, duplicitous

myth, feed me all

on silvered surfacing

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I live only on

your body basing,

only in the stars,

 

dots you trace

gently through

our midnight memory.