Moon Sister (Poetry)

There is blood between us even
at this distance a related pain
shredding night — pulsing down the nerves
as you unpick me — dissect what remains of reason.

Thin-faced you stare — and steal my tired look
like we are mirrors you and I
my pallor drawn from you — etched tight
your circle echoes — eye to eye.

And how you goad me — whisper sly
in cryptic messages — turn me into thinking trite
hear out those mystic fantasies — their spin
unravelling — convince we’re sisters — you and I.

Simple as the flash of semaphore
from coast to coast across whatever gap —
water — air — separates — you communicate your
older-sibling-talk — insistent as a dripping tap

nagging at sleep’s edge. And thus you prod and poke
undo my sense of balance — question all belief
until I’m listless — wandering in cast-off cloud —
some hand-me-down stitched crazily from grief.

So all night long I go on listening —
held hostage on a darkly menstrual whim —
inheriting your ancient woes as though
I don’t have a world of troubles of my own.