UNDER THE BLOOD MOON
We kissed
under the light of the blood
moon
The cold and docile orb
distorted and bloated
like a distended organ
its face burnished,
as if in the grip of a
feverish seizure,
swollen with passion
unblinking and unapologetic
in its lunar elegance,
almost begging us to touch it
Instead, we kiss again,
daring our love to flourish
under
the light of the blood moon
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