Moon a mess

Hard to care, g, such hatred everywhere, despises feeling,

Cuts the air – to harm emotion, and my love, set up there

Harder yet, commingling, moon in disorder, hair a mess,

They gave you a knife – to cut me up – with captains orders

In moments of despair, keening on the edge, my heart-flesh

In your light, moon, feels your soul, transforms my spirit

Blood sword double-edged, pain ensouled-flesh, I stab you

Too, g, in love with you, feel a soft mess – spirits moonlit