The moon

The moon talked to me last night
I couldn’t hear her voice well
She spoke of a laundromat
An empty street on a summer’s night
I read Baldwin in a tiny Japanese house
In a tiny bedroom
I smoked minted cigarettes on the balcony
And ate rice balls at 2 A.M.
The moon talked to me every night
Back then
Now I law below a flowered ceiling
The wine went to my head
And the moon speaks to me again
She speaks of laundromats
I guess
She forgot your name.

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lately

I like to play
With spider webs in the dark
Soft tickles and harsh bites
I tend to forget lately
What the frame looks like
Behind closed eyes
I listen to the trickle on the window ledge
Kiss my lips in the shower
My damp hair in the morning
My pillows aren’t soft
or cool enough to soothe
My burnt fingertips

sink in, love

I wake up
You fall asleep

meet me at the beach
where dreams crawl to the shore
I will caress your cheek
as I come out the waters

Don’t wake me up
I wonder when I
lost you
to the night’s lullabies

sink in, love

tender, tender, tender

And I remember
you
forget me

The name of love

Yesterday

I saw you rise in the fire

Like Orpheus coming back from the dead

In his kiss 

I saw you rise

I saw drops of sweat forming pearls

On your upper lip

Love,

love..

Hold on

My soul

I’ve forgotten your name

But I still hear your laughs

              when he looks at me

His arms ask me

If I want to forget and be loved 

Beautiful

I remember that word was meant for the mole on your cheekbone

The negative of a clear star that impacted your skin

Beautiful

I looked at the sun for too long

I must be blind

I can still read joy at the tip of my fingers

Grazing the brail of desire

His eyelashes flutter a little

When he looks at me

Hold on he says

Hold on my love

I’ve forgotten your name

The way it kisses my tongue

Rolls like waves on the shore

Of my memory

The name of love 

It was always a gift

The name of love

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