The moon phases of the name of the sun

&writing after waiting,

 

Full moon

Cunt blood

gets spilt

with intention,

 

the Phallus

waiting to get in again

showered maroon

and excited all the same

ready to spill further,

 

admixture

this manufactured

cradle-less

in the wide-open ocean,

 

a milky red

Ovalescence,

fully aborted cycle

shot

ex-vitro

into the water cycle;

 

in-stalling

reddied

movement,

 

the awaiting

blue lacuna

now weighted

by a proper moment;

 

a sauce confected

of death

missed opportunity

or steadied self-control

 

spun in the lunar turn

solarisation following the shade

goes round to come around

shade again following solarisation

ovaryactions

the untouched gets to unlive

saucy sublimations

inflamed

in the waxwork waning:

 

eggcited

patiently

until

bloody ready

to eggsit

and paint,

stain,

like

a fully

embodied

writing.

 

Still spilt

more frequently

than children,

 

there-for

for-there

waxwork

expectants

of a colder

blooded

lifetime,

too;

 

more

wicked,

shorter lit,

lifeline,

two.

 

These are the works

of unsexed lunacy.

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