Last night

The moon and her orb of influence, oversees

Birthday girls green tendrils creeping over my eyes,

Freak-lunatic, laughing under her skies,

Brigit –

Angel –

Into this realm, shapes of pain coming alive

In sleep in Ellen DeGeneres’ riches I lie,

My bloody heart, that sits in your mouth, I beg thee,

Will you not shift, into this moon’s realm, with me?

(In her cauldron

Danced open,

Bdsm)

Closer, coming everyday, regard thrown by her eye –

Love-magic, – looking back at mine