Gingerly - Edit 1

[vagabond]

The moon is full
of slaughterhouses
dripping red into your ponytail
and my eyes.

I wish you would let your hair down                               i really love these two lines, although the wish to be let down is slightly confusing... or maybe not, it made me read the first stanza again.
like it were me. I'm always wishing 
you would let me go                                        

down.

this poem has a lot of content in few words, i am reading a relationship like a slaughterhouse into this, imagining the bloody ponytail opened is disturbing. in some way it seems like a wish for honesty.
i got not much to offer concerning formal critique, except what was already said: the second "down" seems unnecessary to me.