I used to believe in lunar potency
as adamantly as loy did
about the repressed sexual

Being became engulfed within
the electricity of feeling
recklessly alive

(Ten degrees from star struck
conscience tacked on- just barely)

Limb liberating limb
the lights on moving bodies gave off sparks
shredded up blame

It became a breathless, mobile game
with a lit up witness who no longer pretends
all guts, pin point instincts
a charged mouth immersed with fabric, skin

It was all a matter of fusion
and all those ideals
all those false starts

They shattered