For Endearment

Dark moon welling up the tides
churning all our oceanic intentions
The quivers of your lips
shiver this sea of flesh
O mouthless shards of prophesy
pray tell this prattler’s secret name
will warm in time to trespass
Comforts owed dead gods, reborn
and rebirthing, to taste the wild blood
of psychopomps
young and tender
Dream’s serene delusion
Hair like a red red rose
sticky from all honey breakfasts
O jack of wolves, relinquish
all your iconoclastic armament
for idol’s darkest daughter
cherishes that key
Who is your chief instrument?
a finger in each fractured chattel
Receiveth thine disciple!
She will be your charge and chosen,
will to be and bay and bargain
mote to be maudlin
I will trade
a wound for the pain
Fix the seal and set the game