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.