Please forgive me moon if I awaken your dreams

Upon a rocky lake , a dew drop rained , and the wicked reflected the sadness. He walked there , his legs dragging the earth that half man half laughter , yet for all his laughter he never looked upon the face of the deep. A puddle there a sea here , jumped that figure over salt and blood. Why do we dance on the dead , make love on the dead ? sing , jump hysterically on the dead and decaying and not yet dead but decaying. Hmm , the silvery moon just thinks we're silly and swims aways on its bed of silver , while lovers moan from the dust swirling into the air hugging the firnament with orgasmic nausea until the wave breaks , and the moon turns its back.

What a farce our mistakes are , our horrid terrible mistakes , like the wings of a fly.I love you , I love nothing outside you and beyond you and before you , in you time bursts with giggles and hearts beat to the moon , the slow quiet round moon. Jealous of the moon ? The moon is our bread, our sweat , our tea leaves soaked in flower water , the moon is one of your breasts, nay there are two moons!

Shout it on rooftops , in dark alleys , to every grain of sand and gleam of eye : There are two moons !

Don't cry my love , don't dry away in the middle of the sahara , or give your milk to the wolf ... let the half man half laughter suckle that milky light for although all grown up and proud an infant still are his hands , as soft as decay. Nurture hoplessness , nurture him who masturbates on words for what use are words for the terrible eyes of Pan.

And the lover turns away , covering her moons and planets and stars and suns in disgust , the lover turns blacker than sour milk , the lover dissolves his heart and freezes his lips , the lover unwinds the universe.

I will never forget her , will never forget her ashes , the ahses of her ashes , and when both my soul and your fragrance dance on a beam of moonlight in a silvery night on another world I suckle your milk still my love , till the death of eternity.