full moon

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my poetry feeds me  
tonight  
here in this room  
 
silence.  
 
your lips make love  
to my second heart  
flowering  
 
i am an open window  
let you and the moon have  
your way  
 
within the kiss of one  
is the kiss of the other
 
i hold my pen with  
trembling hand  
slick as a womb  
 
writing all i have the  
courage to share  
your hot breath on  
my thighs  
 
i open larger  
shameless.  
 
there is no love here  
only need  
lust  
fantasy  
 
and more silence  
 
heavy as macbeth  
doomed as the cross.