NaPoWriMo # 22

Love bit me with its sweetest tooth


They are three
They are together
Present in one
The Black
                   The White
                                          The Red:
The Moon

for my concubine
this slow dawn that lengthens
with the rooster's crow
this crescent moon whose sharp tip
has begun to tear the dark

love bit me with its sweetest tooth

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