Moonchild that I am, Birthed in the light of your fire, Tender blazing thru thickets of darkness, I lose myself In the orbit of your smile And have forgotten loneliness.
With privy of eyes I look askance but within, Closer to me than a brother, Though I to the yonder half A stranger, Clasp in the other hand A secret unknowable
How the surging tides of grief deliver me to the edge of my skin. I have dreamt of fleeing the borders of myself to find you.
Ink stained, pursed my lips and drink of the moon, casting shadows from light. The trail there warm & bleeding. The reflection rending, renewing.