Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge

iv. Moonstones
But something else too, something furious
with its own existence, how to live,
how to live. How to live & why.
She shifts among depths, a glance
between walls, up toward leaves, she
hears music, quiet, pressing. How to live.
She knows. She tells me & my pen
hurries, becomes two, bounces, broils,
yes, I see. Tonight, love, I see. No how,
no why. I have no pen. There is no art.
Teach me. Patience, she says. We know
your hunger bears my name. We know.
She kisses my cheek, says feel my vow.
Tonight, love, I see. No pen. No art.
Clouds swish across fullest moon &
I watch, wondering toward your next lesson.
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The Cenacle / 54 / April 2005