To The Beat Of A Werewolf

Her eyelashes have seen it all
moon at bat

neutron stars
picking up their fielder's glove

fans above
and beyond dust

her lips
score big

those nagging doubts
of beauty there to harness

those nagging doubts
of beauty

reach out to the werewolf
at night

her high heels
real as real will allow

and sheer nightgown
which cracks and rings