The Goddess of the Dark Moon

You are the apple of my innocence
I have seen Your pale body
reclined in the moonlight
I have felt the blade You wield
the knife of the dark moon

the blood of my heart
bursts forth
like the raging waters
from the broken dam
into the dry riverbed of Your throat

the hounds You release from the
wet clay are the shadows of my lust
hunting me out of the wilderness
to where the sun is shipwrecked
and the mountain stones turn into teeth
and devour whoever is lost in the night;

the night is the cloak
covering Your body,

Your flesh is the color of the pale moon
You are hidden inside the caves of the night

and when I stumble at the crossroads

You are there laughing,

Your teeth are pearls

Your eyes are blue platinum