lover

she, witch in her ways
tuned to the moon
and the sea
this night
in the pale moonlight
as the air bristles
like a roused cat
she will shed her skin
she will show you
the raw pulp
of her heart
give you the stone
that is lodged in her throat
and take from you
a bone to gnaw on
she will give you the fire
that lights up her eyes
teach you to bark
at the moon
and the gift of blood
that flows with the tide.