Wednesday, November 7, 2007

sun pierces

Sun pierces the blinds and
lances the eye come morning;
moon you drool cool light.

Moon, my moon, Maimunah!
Back row, bright eyed, not knowing.
She was a diligent student
she orbited my days.

Lune, la luna, lunacy!
Alone in bed, I throb with guilt
nonetheless for wanting
damsels in distress.

Qomar, il mare, unmarred still!
A globe warms but
you’re safe you bob in
a sea of chill ink.

Yueliang, put me on, woebegone!
A white body in the grass
A tear that cannot last.

November 7, 2007

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