The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night
and far the way a screech-owl hails my night.
She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams
her silver breath is paced with mine tonight.
Against the mousseline curtains shadows stalks
me in my hunt for sleep this, my undreamed night
Oh Luna — you who sees my shame, whose eyes
are hollows for my skinless pain, drown my night.
She beside me stirs and her naked arm extends,
and pulls me close; she pillows me from night.
I feel her heartbeats, sense her blood and skin,
we merge, we dream as one, we blend with night.
The blood-moon sighs and hides behind a cloud,
a fox keeps watch; we sleep and bear the night.
We are writing ghazals tonight at dVerse. Paul is hosting, come and join us at 3 PM EST.
February 18, 2018