Serpentine Moon

I purge shovels of my soul

wanting to construct her

needs of cemented lust

rebuild the skeletal frame

to withstand lightning

leaving spent embers

on the pitted earth

mold her putty

into new person

a fragile crushing

of her spirit

making her my own

fix the broken pieces

dynamite existence

throbbing luminosity

salted carapace

weeping in kettled steam

erupting in torrents

as I doff my shirt

of crimson urges

and writhe with

serpentine moon

burning in spasm 

of virgin beginning.