Gingerly - Edit 1

[RiverNotch]

The moon is a slaughterhouse
dripping red into your ponytail
and my eyes. 

I wish you would let your hair down
like it were me. I'm always wishing 
you would let me go

down.

Beautiful -- cleaner than the last version, too. My usual obsessions lead me to reading this as the speaker growing mad with lust, asking his ideal love to be a little less ideal, a little more carnal -- for the speaker to be allowed to be a beast, a butcher, a cannibal.