Nox

I witnessed the equinox moonrise
Desire, this void of delight
The ruins are burgeoning
in the crescendo of hours
Madonna priestess of the midnights, baptized by moonrise 
The sky is a graveyard of stars and satellites in black seas
I witnessed cataclysms waking at daybreak
In sunset fissures, the crematorium of gods 
The rapture! of unwavering hunger!
sibilant the serpent slithers and whispers in a garden of lambs 
The searing light is a rifle in my irises
At my fingertips I witnessed a smaller sun rise
This vanishing gift: Beauty is catastrophe
The betrayed angels are pealing
I was a wild thing surviving the ruins of being 
The vengeance! of the void!
in the windtides of life, I scattered from dark to daylight
This vanishing gift: beauty is tragedy
you were my lover in the cloister of thorns
Desire —the nox moon— possessed me
I said resurrect, Rose of Jericho
and the new worlds rose from the storms!
Desire that ancient magic from the rivers of Luxor 
In the throat of ravenous wolves
Desire’s bloodless oblivion possessed me
I escaped the sickle of sunlight at midnight
At my fingertips I witnessed a smaller sun rise
Desire, this void of delight
The wager! of decadence!
I witnessed the equinox moonrise
After years of nightmares
What a grace to arrive in your arms
Ekstasis it’s a little death I wanted
What a grace to collapse in your arms