Slow Down Blood Moon
Slow down blood moon,
Like purpled water dammed--
Stop. I want to listen to your lap,
Your soft blush or reddish rage,
Your rushed head about my bed
With silhouette hairs, your darkling beam.
Curved seams seem
As a plumed night cloud,
And stars tacked, needles threading
Wire weaves—facing the wall.
For now I hear luned strums
Lilting on halted streams
And thimbled rocks make me
Grasp at your locks—hooked locks,
Merlot-tipped and brightening. Frightening.
Quickening say stay, like aftertaste,
Don’t step back into moonlit nights
Where your bright white
Waves light. Stay red, like crimson,
Throw your line down and