Moon by the Tarot

Free forming to a written hand and two bludgeoned demons
Left on the side;
She a side-ways mess
To and fro, before you know, none of it
Was ever in the clear, or near or there,
But
Here! Here! Here!
She vines words around sweetly wrapped
Trail-blazing sin
And sits on it again and again,
Until orgasms melt into quaking awakened
Mind-body masses,
Needing nothing else but tall glasses,
And indiscreet, belly-flopping
Ammunition
As boats go a'sailing back home.

Drowning her head, stomping it out, with medicine, oh medicine..
Hangover and wraths about, trying to shake away her peace-
Never stopped once today,
To think, or think about it,
Or that something could indeed cut the chord off from Divinity
Infinity, like breathless soul,
And rising flying,
As souring to meet, meet, meet with the minds, where we go,
To get but a little bit of peace..
Okay, a lot a bit!
And knowing,
And not knowing so much more than we know,
That boat in the sky is lost
To all the secrets subconscious spells have us to our chains.
Barriers depriving, before midnight rains, but then, oh then, the moon comes out,
Revealing
Everything.