Young Writers Society

now the earth spins on the axis of one blue afternoon,
lunar orbit once held sacred by saffron monks
shifts red and blue with the changing tides.

but what tides shift the human heart, tiny ocean of blood and lust?
      what waves carry this music between us?

somewhere over the darkened sea, the moon casts its red glow unseen. the ocean
in my heart glows red too, lilting like the wine i drink tonight.
in the ecstasy of heat and sex, moon and blood, sea and blood,
i search for the strings that bind my skin to yours
and find these tears inside of me, silent and pulsing
with the beating of my heart. (i think
i may be falling in love)

let me fall into the arms of the sea
with its strange new beauty, its tide pools and secrets.
i’ll slip into the shadows that sway between us,
my heart covered and blind. my body is naked, my mind
shimmers like fresh blood.

we will dance this summer’s dances for each other
as moonlight plays across our flesh.
all the old rules will break down:
in the heart of the eclipse we’ll understand each other,
as the water splashes and pulses and pounds
the earth into this swirling moon, blooming blood-lily. the tides cannot hold us
in this rhythm nor crash us against the shore.

(i think i may be falling in love)