MOON SNAIL
Aboard this crowded raft,
I make strange love to
a river of foetal cave fish.
Once, I was the night mist
and in the moonlight,
a shiny trail of snail spittle
led to the corners of my mouth
as I swallowed you.
Thinking I was a wolf,
you fled into burrows
but I was a mountain
and the ground where you hid
was my body.
I make love to friends.
Their thin hands passing over the raft
find you hidden among the blankets.
You ask me for forgiveness.
All I can offer you is rotted flesh
rocking gently on its dark mooring.
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