transmigration by moonlight

Moon three-quarters full
and the world can hold
no more darkness
no room for ideosyncracies
such as wearing no shoes
a twenty below zero
or colder, or there
will be serious regret

The first of midwinter
the sun at her nadir
zenith, apex and apogee
the woul wnaders through
the permanent veil of darness
the body dances like a ghost

cool nocturnal season of mania
and drama-- expressions of man's
crooked shadow, who craves
only loneliness and tears
is comforted by the black tea
of isolation and misery

We roll naked beneath
the solstice tree
decorated by stars
and crisp green midnight
we drink a seasonal brew
and decorate the yurt
with blue lights
and candles we sing
chuck berry radio songs
decorate the walls with laughter

with oil and glow
the pink and the green
orange and purple starlight
velvet lineed happiness
transcending death
the body dance with glitter
her shoulder etched
with a constellation of stars--
Ursa major, the bear and her magic
The scene of two lovers
scrimshawed upon the ivory moon
the sensual curve tattoed
on the face of an ancient lover

The eyes shatter
and the heart eventually mends
the body pulsates
and begins to swoon
midwinter of the soul
and the planet spins free
of her axis, all is suspended
like locusts in honey
a crystaline structure
the world stands still
snow and ice
the spirit burns
with a clear flame
the mind takes a holiday