the Jaguar Moon

Her face ascends like the calm moon
Framed in flowing spacious black
She takes apart the seams of love
And turns all colours to her own silver hue
The moon is up rising slowly as it eyes the world.
Cold and Cruel
The Jaguar moon

She walked in the door and turned me upside-down
Where my feet are I can’t tell.
I’m falling
I see only her raven hair
And the snares
She gently sets for me
With her dark eyes
She fills my room with her glow
And brings the hint of madness into my
Lonely cell