Under Galloping Moon

it’s a
foggy caul
a skein,
night’s skin
here under
galloping moon.

She rides, Her horse
grey and shadow
She bleeds silver
mercury drops
quicksilver seeds

i melt into Her
wet rivers, dripping
slick with desire
swollen with devotion
aching with longing

until i am breathing
underwater, under
galloping moon.

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