Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Super Moon

My fur also rises

I shiver under her power
and shake resolute.

Resolute and insatiable.

As shifting tides,
yield to a Super Moon
bathing unabashed
in a hammerhead bay in the Pacific.

Sister Moon placid,
as she slices through blackout curtains.

Until I witness her spirit here in the Northeast.

I am a wild thing
and she is a flirt.

As she straddles
cool peaks and crags
and I find myself drawn
to her again.

As I howl at her blood-red form
gulp down the afterglow above.

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