(pre)occupation

haunts inside of me
reach for the dark moon
beyond the veils,
leave marks underneath my skin, melting
into the open mouths
of the fading.

worlds and worlds
within each. their bodies glow
against dark pines
on snowy evenings
in my mind.
the heat of their moaning
is patient
is low —
intruding, adulterous,
sacrificial,

are the remnants receding.
each unto each
with its own voice
with the desperate plead
of its own sorrowful tale,
calls to me.