All The Moons Poem by L.B. Temuco

All the moons fell from your lips
orange tears of angels
in liquid intensity

I try to swim to you
but I am burned by all my fears
of failure
of never finishing this dance
with your soul
of giving you less
than the completeness you deserve
you ache inside my head

I feel your hot tongue in the mouth
of my limping years
But God, we can still dance
beneath the ground
we danced in naked silhouette
with now one moon in our wet embrace

We rose and fell
in the glow of hell
We felt more pleasure than we need
But God, we have borrowed
from all the islands

We have bled freely in your eyes
We dare not speak
In this warm resurrection
we are prisoners of ourselves
we are blind to all else
we cling to each other
in the fires of our skin