UNDER THE MOON HE CALLS ME
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 The Book of Possibilities |
Under the moon he calls me
With words as old as Nile
I taste ritual, accept eternity
This blood moon, barely light enough to see
I wander alone, red-splattered, while
Under the moon, he calls me
Stone to stone, dust to dust to vitality
Only in my mind do I see your shark's smile
I taste ritual, accept eternity
We are the star-crossed holy, see
This cross to bear, this history defiled:
Under the moon, he calls me
And he is free, as lust is free,
I, his Lolita, his precocious, eager child
I taste ritual, accept eternity
Dressed in white, you in black and blood: the trees
And all in the absence of social guile,
Under the moon he calls me
I taste ritual, accept eternity
by Kelly Trevail and Jen Frankel
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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