Mourn the Moon

Mourn the Moon

As the soft first fingers
Of day
Trace lines across
his chest
I shiver

It is so cold there
I hear my own heart i think

Rosey fingers become
Hard and beastly
Sharp

Oh God he seemed so
So very different
In the safety of the dark

When the moon hit
Bright eyes undressing me
And lit them
Giving my reflection there
A halo

And he spread my wings
With a dig
So beautiful deep
I flew

And let go in complete
As he grew
Giving rise to my sweet song
Moan

Now though I see clearly
Very clear
This damned sun
Has burned down my precious
home

Written by Calamitygin