Nocturne I

This is me, flagrant under the hot moon, casual
stars running lights around me. So
when I said I loved you I meant What
Curve! One ritual of tongues. Bitter
blood jammed at the heart.
A witch somewhere
swearing incantations while I squat
on the grass. Cool sequins in the sky. Frost
on my tongue. O
inclement moon moon over and always
a slight sliver of mud under my nail.
A little darkness to keep.