Blood Moon
decades later
my heart beats
as fast as ever
like a hummingbird
trembling
over the flower
and my blood
still sings in my veins
as sweet and wicked
as the fish-tailed girls
in the moonlight
when the sky
is filled with storms
how is it for you
my bright jewel,
my spymaster
are you made dull
and tired
or do you also burn
like the red sky
above the sea in its bed
