Northern_Lights_2017

1 the moon is thinning out shadows steal my patience as they veil its surface a soft pearl in a hard shell snapping closed for the week-long winter moonless tripping over thoughts no longer blinded by silver light now take me to bed a bird in need of rest a fox in need of den arms above head blankets in a heap at the opposite end human skins mingle divine souls follow escaping through pouting, parting lips you’ve got poison to pick let warm tongues guide that particular poison in and in down and through on nights the moon is new, it shows itself through you your constellation hand on my rolling-high thigh I’m earth, you’re space you’re the time and I’m the place so I’ll touch you while we kiss, lose track of how much time has passed the shadows push back take me to bed now lay me down stand, look back, take a bow the moon is filling out As an Idea Crystal Terhune May you always be covered in paint. Allow soft hues to emphasize each crease in malleable skin. Bones bend and muscles fold whether to hold a brush, to hold cardboard revolutions above an awakening mass of heads and hearts, or to hold the hand of another, coated in paint of its own. May your colors blend. Hands Crystal Terhune