moon, grant me strength
my lover is in my bed
while I dizzy peruse
night streets by full moonlight
she tells me which direction
to walk. I yield
to a light far outside myself
the quieter the sidewalk the warmer
the rise of baked-days' heat,
milky and fermented
blue-eyed wolves
gravitating toward June dawns
beckoning at the neck. grant me speed
that I may return in time. that I may
breathe too deeply
long hair golden necks nectar
of summer furies. chain linked
in retrospect. an unfurled dias to plant
hopeful budding seeds.
I breathed in
her disappointment and
made it my own
(this poem first appeared in the Nov 2016 issue of Vagabond City Lit)
while I dizzy peruse
night streets by full moonlight
she tells me which direction
to walk. I yield
to a light far outside myself
the quieter the sidewalk the warmer
the rise of baked-days' heat,
milky and fermented
blue-eyed wolves
gravitating toward June dawns
beckoning at the neck. grant me speed
that I may return in time. that I may
breathe too deeply
long hair golden necks nectar
of summer furies. chain linked
in retrospect. an unfurled dias to plant
hopeful budding seeds.
I breathed in
her disappointment and
made it my own
(this poem first appeared in the Nov 2016 issue of Vagabond City Lit)