The wild moon is caught
In the dragon’s smoky eyes;
The sun in his breath.
The wild moon is caught
In the dragon’s smoky eyes;
The sun in his breath.
Twelve days of Christmas
Useless gifts my true love gives.
I sold the rings though.
The air is perfumed
With the ocean’s salty scent.
At last I can breathe!
Winter-white pixies
Perform their swirling ballet
Among the tall trees.
Christmas carolers:
I have to fight the strong urge
To throw eggs at them.
There’s a calm stillness
In the air, despite the sound
of rushing traffic.
Under the full moon
My body shifts and changes.
I let out a howl.