an explosion of fire-flowers bursting
through the midnight — & the glass
& the sky are dueling
with a frosty edge
vagabond stars & aging gods dance
beneath the whispering clouds
that pass in eloquence like
a squirrel on velvet
& the moon queen is my secret wife
my oldest love
my snowfall heart
in the indigo circle of dawn
the dogs are dreaming of
the rabbits of night
& there is no rain — there is
no umbrella shroud
never to be lost in the street of forests
& the moon queen is my secret love
my drunken dame
my oh so frozen heart
for now is the time
(as time can be counted)
for my cold blood
to thaw & race through my veins
like whiskey
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