Mean- Spirited Muna

The moss pink moon smiles,

How I wish to meet you,

whispers rustling wind

As Muna the ashen moon-hound

tail wags

thwack, thwack, thwack

leaving tracks,

beside lunar lakes

The barely moon hides,

like a eclipse

Shies away from situations

Simply morning haze-

The cold night howls

as air embraces

love moonlighting like shadows...

The waning moon rises,

to clot your lips

as the sun dips

Muna the ashen moon-hound undercoat silver like a lining

swallows

the sphere whole

The waxing moon

has been walked on

Snarls

cause twinkling to scatter

I didn’t intend to-

the atmosphere gets tight up here! answers the stars-

Don’t bite, hard Muna

children will chant in the moonlight

As she gnawing on phalange bones

Scrying to narrow down

Uncovering the sky,

as the only position,

my heart wants

rush to-

Inside the whale size

cavity of yours...

So you my love,

do not light out,

trust my convection,

and see my passion—

Longing, warned me,

You’ve been sleeping,

I drew a kiss for you,

With persistence, of springtime

hung on the outskirts

of the storm moon .. perhaps-

When you wake up,

Moonbeam reaches you

You will be full

Muna don’t mean spiritedly chew

on the marrow

that forages for you!