October Moon Stepping Stones
I chase your lupine eyes into the moon,
Into the witch’s revolving hands
Which darken at times
As a water-lily in expiration.
Between motes of regolith
Your ether feigns hunger
I’ll die first or trying.
My fingers ghost your enigma
Plucking the seams of your seamless smile
I want to straddle your bones
In the light of a thousand fornicating fireflies
To be the man who doesn’t depart in dawning
I checked out a book on surreal poetry today and I just had to try writing something of my own =)