Εννιά Φεγγάρια.

my drunken she-moon rolled down and

said to me

after i took her naked pictures

It isn't ok to sit

chain smoking on a wet chair my love

outside between

the half-lit cloud shadows of

the veranda

cold after a

mid october rainstorm

late at night

camera in hand clutched closed like an

eyesocket in the middle of your palm

like a peeping pervert

waiting for me to undress or to

do something private I'll later regret.

-nothing good can come of this my love

I'm a dangerous mistress.

The black trees in the orchard

caress incestuously

under the moon's sweet alcohol light

The wolves are pack-hunting rabbits

somewhere in

the forest's deep fog

My moon-love comes inside and

finds you naked sobbing in bed, my love

I find you skinless and boneless and

sobbing your giant butterfly

rainforest tears that have

flooded the bedroom with their raging rapids and

rivers, a muddy, oxidized blood beige amazon

streaming down your pretty face

it works this time as always and I do

come inside (you) soaking wet I

lay next to you, stiff as a coffin

there but not really for you

holding and lying and

still looking out the window

still drunk

lit up by the moon's

through-the-window thin rays caressing

and teasing my

crotch with their long feminine fingers as you

sleep and i

lay awake unable to sleep and i

become aroused

the moon's caress

is too much to bear and

I end up climaxing in the tense thick controlled

quiet of secrecy

abandoning my wet and milky self on the

sheets

You are finally asleep

and I return to the

veranda, camera still shooting

secretly shooting this nightly orgy with the moon .