Last night I was a canvas,
as the moonlight stripped my arm of shale
& tinted my skin with silver tongue.
Another night staring skyward
where every creaking shift spills the world
into the ink-black sky’s toothless maw,
pressing against my skin from inside
until midnight falters & fades to dawn,
surrenders to the unconquered sun,
who, grinning wide as the horizon,
watches the twisting, turning world
tear away from night’s dreamless womb.
& I, too busy admiring
how the man in the moon slithered through
the blinds on my cold-swept window,
leaving tiger stripes tattooed on my naked body.