A blood moon comes infrequently
But when it comes
It comes hard, deep and heavy
In orgasmic infernal bliss
Sanguinary
In a dance of desire
Orgasmic light beaming from the black abyss
I taste the past and the moment soon to be gone
This vision of love so bombastic and fleeting
I massage it with my tongue
And store it like treasure in my mind
Such is wonder and madness
Sorrow and ecstasy
You believe what is already gone
To still be in your hands
As you cavort dream like
In a memory
Of this beautiful
Ghost love.
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