Red shift

Dark-moon cry of you
half-him of you, starring backwards
axe of you, mastered as youth
Teeth of you
biting down, tenderizing,
sharpening if only
for a night

The many-fold you,
thorns, garden,
squall of you,
intoxication  Thief,
the noble cat
of you, insistent splinter

The wild-world’s
red eyes beating in you
Me wrenched
from myself, from
the orbit of myself
Stark, open
Star-blade