Tides of the moon

Cross the field moving slowly and listening with all that's heavy inside you and with all that cuts your touch. Holding a lantern that lights your way through the grey, through misty towns that spin and dance. You feel the hate that keeps the streets twisting in circles. You enter her house and you can feel anguish and blood pulsing though the air as you grasp and thrust and squirm, does it ache? You leave the streets passing again through the grey and you flake apart as you fall away to nothing and you keep your gaze hidden but animal eyes are glowing black and reflective of yourself. When it's colder I'll find you and i'll touch you and remind you of where we used to be. Blood in the dirt reminds me of us, the earth and your eyes. The black dog that pulled us apart can now only hunt you in the dead of night when sleep comes slowly and you heart beats loudly. When she breathes while she dreams listen for the silences and you may find me there.