Moon's orbit widens no matter that we bay
for it like all we love to stay, this sheaf
I've written rife with fever flush like flu
you in my blood molten holy as ore
I would open be praised and bathed in
blood-blissed and loony calling, come close,
go away, run. Do you know what I saw?
what I feel bouncing off reflected glow,
lopsided orb, your shadowed planet,
my high blonde haunch, no smell of you
behind your ear under cold-hearted light.