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.