Eye wouldn’t go in there
They say it’s creepy.
Red eye at dawn,
I stayed up and dreamed.
Summer nights and star jasmine,
the mown grass greeness of moonrise
and the purple grove after
This is battle and betrothal.
I promised to stand and to be true,
then there was the sound of grey green thunder
and I was almost weeping,
but the screams of my aching nights
were the only things keeping me from clawing
my skull from beneath my skin
and painting my fate with slippery warmth.