The Tapestry of Images: Where I Find
The Duchess of Moisture Sighing/Singing to Herself
as She Looks at Her Reflection in the Pond

"Under the moon we kissed, where the star trails thin, float
    Off under the moon, under the moon of sorrow;

    Under the full moon, tethered by our hearts' fate,
    I crept under the moon, under the moon of sorrow;

    Under the full moon you pulled me down upon you;
    Under the moon, it was under the moon of sorrow

    You entered me, my thighs rose petals moist with dew
    Under the moon, under the moon of my sorrow;

Under the full moon my watery bones,
Motionless, shorn of loving you again,

    And my anger, like a knife slit in the throat that shone
    Blood stained and still in the waning light, sunk in pain;

I didn't care what would come tomorrow,
    Under the moon, under the moon of sorrow..."


Stuart Lishan | Mudlark No. 16
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