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moon …

beams that burn -
that turn my surgings to slag
my teeth to serrations,
hungering …
can those silly sentients not see the
verity in my veneration, you?
do they truly think it’s only art, 
only … verse?
that my blood runs in
these inky scratchings alone?
‘why pen these dark tales with such legitimacy -
such … clear scope?’
oh … why, indeed!
for were they but tales, they would
hold their own undoing -
such silly stories spatter the centuries,
but my secrets speak from the dark
of nightmares, whispered
they move with the muscle of truth
and bear witness to
the fiery curse …
I wonder, is my affliction as
ancient as your mares and mounts?
do those careworn crinkles hint of
a lifeblood unseen
that drips its poison to my arteries at
each milky plenilune?
with a single ruddy lesion you
tore the sun from my sky -
drove my days to the shadows,
the beast, blossoming …
did you entrance her, too, the one who
broke my skin to weeping -
who lit this pyre?
am I now but another minion of
your pale presidium,
bound by iniquitous urge to sever other
souls from the daylight?
if only that laughing lad I was
could’ve known why you tugged so
hard, his verdant heart …
why your shimmer ‘pon the sea
timed its cadence,
out-dazzling the sunrise …
why every kiss - every lass’ fair dermis
required your blue baptism to persuade -
to pique my passions …
perhaps then, with such portent,
I might have learned to silence your
alluring murmur in my ear,
and hardened my marrow to
your warm, wicked drug …
but the truth hid from me in the shards of
your strangling shadows
until your diabolical delirium flooded my
blood, thick as mud
brought by a human far too
exquisite to spurn -
a warm wound, opened in burgeoned intimacy
your scourge, igniting my veins -
mixing serum with torment
and ripping, like unfettered flesh,
the bright-born sun …

from my days.
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