New Moons
Moon spills over like expresso coffee,
withheld in a pitch pitcherlike corset —
Where long her skin's lantern once mothered me,
over tonight are but marble shadows,
Craters' paled apparition in my sky —
those cold breasts now an invisible blur;
This adrenaline dark when light's in wane,
virgin drinks in her cup's phase finally;
Still through a kohl tongue she kisses my hate —
this moon reads newly with every pause.
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