The moon

when the body of a woman dissolves
Within are the three feared faces

The man who dares to trace them comes
To grief – but nothing personal is meant

Waves and particles transvest – vulva
Breast and womb are sexless doors

Beyond whose suck a sensual light
Swings life round its little finger

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The moon