Full Moon in Leo

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Full moon in Leo,

your red dress ripped,

my arms and legs torn

by brambles,

ciphers of blood

writing our story.

 

Transmitting

another style of day

she floods our veins and

volcanic passages

erupt through forests

where we lie down.

 

Lunatics,

our bodies gone

we chase our breath,

defy gravity,

cross the Great Water

into the mystery.

 

We are lost

with the lost moths,

beating our wings

against reflections

in the window of the mirror

of the sun.

 

 Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.

Edited redux.