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


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​(this poem first appeared in the Nov 2016 issue of Vagabond City Lit)