you pour silver in the moon
at night
glow in the sun
at daybreak
make stars come alive
against dark skies
most of the time
why then can you not
come again
reveal yourself
to my thirsty eyes
any which way
assuage this sore
heart often led astray
by straying…veering off
hand held
by grief’s
vapors’ undoing…
quick, come soon
before I swoon
in agonies
of deprivation
caused by love
of you
wearing a flute
on your divine lips
peacock feather
in dark tresses
fresh flowers
adorning thy body
all super lucky
having touched you…


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