Poem

Attention for Ciara

Overshadowed
by the moon
I crept into her
light as a monsoon.
Simple touch of fallen
leaves would have been enough.

Seen me come; seen her
go.

Bedeviled
by the night
I leapt into her
shadow entranced by
the light; the light
does not hold me
unless at night. I can see
your eyes clearly show
the moon and stars
splintering into a million
slivers caught by my eyes
and tongue.