The moon reaches down
through the iron of
my roots, shining
soft amongst my crown of stars.
I cup my hands to drink my fill,
then I drink again,
we talk the days,
the nights we tell
our secrets and our spells.
Oh becoming One,
oh declaimed radiance
amorous upon the hunt
the heart takes wings
while the rest takes time.
I look up, eyes unmet meadows
wet with forest breath,
sparking with stellar salt
the moon every blessing met.