There is a place
where the earth bleeds
by masticating metallic monsters.
We met inside the hollow tree.
We shared a silent repast under a harvest moon
His heavy hands cupped
my pulsing breast like mother of pearl
as noon shadowed his fingers
weaving delicate wine meanders
through my hair and throat.
Fish skeletons bleeding
on ivory plates
Lunar rays reflected in thick liquid
drip, dropped, drops
My soul’s breath taken by force
of tongue twisting whirlpool words
being sung by an unlikely trio
the moon, the mountains and you.