tentacles

La lune is out tonight
Blooming like a yellow
blood-flower
splashing and pouring over us
and ours.

The bare branches claw
at the million billion stars:
the hour of madness is at
the back of our throats
(can you taste it?)

Measured smiles, the words reined
in: as we walk
the winding path through the wilderness
The edges straining, calling out
to us
(Listen, you can hear it)
Murmuring and whispering of
what lies
hide:
what lies
inside.

Run and hide,
for your can, we can
all taste it now:
over, around, beneath us.
inside us.

La lune is high now,
shining into us.