Moonburn

I stayed under the moon too long.
I am slivered with lust.
Dreams flick like minnows
through my eyes.
My voice is trees tossing in
the wind.
I lose myself like a flock of blackbirds
storming into your face.
My lightest touch leaves blue
prints,
bruises on your mind.
Desire sandpapers your skin
so thin I read the veins and
arteries
maps of routes I will travel
till I lodge in your spine.
The night is our fur.
We curl inside it licking.