The Song of the Moon

I dream of you in endless coils,

My love is an ocean that writhes and boils.

All the waters come to me

All fluid movements seep;

My heart is dry, will always be,

My eye can never weep.

I feel you through my dusty skin,

The liquid moving round within.

I’ll draw you out you blooded cells,

You bladders, ponds and deep lake stills.

All the waters come to me

All fluid movements seep;

My heart is dry, will always be,

My eye can never weep.

My drought is a muscle a singing wire,

Strung tight between us in lines of desire.

I dream of you in endless coils,

My love an ocean that seizes and boils.

All the waters come to me

All fluid movements seep;

My heart is dry, will always be,

My eye can never weep.