Slow Down Blood Moon

Slow Down Blood Moon

Liam Kelley

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
See which
Blood-soaked fish
Licks.

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