We gathered feathered kisses for
a lonely cotton-moon
And blew brilliant bubbles into
blue sky of desires
Did you invite those monsoons into
our wedding bed that night
Dear keeper of conscience that
remembered to forget
Can you forgive life’s desire to
live?
Five hundred and nine stars crashed
under my feet
And eight moles sprang up on a
never-to-be-erased image
Did gods light incense sticks to
hallow those shimmers?
Dear keeper of desires that were
never to be,
Were they sparkling in my eyes,
those volcanoes on my skin?
Deep liquid pools of your eyes
sang an evening song
Up flowed the stream against
light and rocky brooks
Was all that wetness to remain in
lonely nooks?
Dear eraser of tendered destiny
that has to be,
Who traced numbness to rouse it
into a sweet-ache?
You ran the length of time along
my arms and returned naked
To the place where we met, before
wombs put us to sleep
Did you sleep-walk into heaven straight
from a nightmare?
Dear prince of dreams that were
to be,
Are there places that should have
been touched?
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