Moonaphers Poem by Vidi Wija

Moonaphers,
the perfectly venomous licking trick of you,
when every line of ruined moaning tears,
you are no but a bunch of rotten beet.

Moonaphers,
the thorns and needles with you,
what is inside where what is no to see,
you are no but a closed masked tongue.

Moonaphers,
the abrasive crawling viper in you,
which you want me to suck the bloody poison,
you are no but a scratching little ivy.

Moonaphers,
the half biting teeth and fangs of you,
where the reddish wound is painted blood,
you are no but a half frozen spot of dirt.