Ann Boleyn Moon

I am journeying into my Anne Boleyn moon 
Through her psychic belladonna storm 
Lost in the maze of her fate
Whispering intimacies
Dreading the Tower’s raven call...
Anne, Anne, don’t give it up
For a world, a crown, a seed in your womb
And a man who won’t even read your poetry

Blood on my hands, slaying dragons

I am sailing in a dream of my Anne Boleyn moon 
Desirous of her belladonna attitude 
Readying myself for the 
Inevitable conflagration
Of mixed messages and moonbeams...
Anne, Anne don’t give up
You’re an epiphany, a universe in disguise
A gothic sugar coated dance with tragedy 

Blood on my throat, saving unicorns

My ship is a lullaby to my Anne Boleyn moon 
Belladonna in my night eyes, uncanny
Lost in the satin of midnight
Dressed in descants
Awaiting the mystic gallery minstrels...
Anne, Anne, don’t forget
Who you are, what you want, your happiness
Other mouths will kiss you inside your poetry

Blood on the moon...finding myself