A pithy moon
climbs...

Must I give you
the chilled truth of dry winds...

When you were you,
me picked up the words...

Like burning coals on the tongue
the words smoulder the ardour...

The shadow love
behaves like cannabis...

A frosty look when
moon floats in a cup...

The path was becoming pathless
after seeking the deluge...

The porus mind?
in the vacant chair, thinking...

Hauling up
the debris of your life...

Hot fish
becomes topiarist...

Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't...

I take you in my arms. O moon.
Crazed. You have become a muse...