the words take breath along her secret scroll
as moon gods sip soothingly upon a gorged soul
fermenting the chaos from a thousand eyes of day
til darkness hushes all, hearkening but one pair to stay
waning the tides of dark and of bright
battling there in eyes swelled in the stillness of night
trimming quite reluctantly unkept thoughts to the quick
burning burning burning down to midnight’s wick
all as moon gods unfold a heart’s silken stole
for words to take breath along her secret scroll
