New Moon or No?

With shining certainty, the smallest pressure,

Your fate is sealed behind her face. Beyond recall.

Speak seriously to her, feel safe.

The purpose of morning she agrees

Shows no symptoms but a very catching figure.

We speak of her only among friends

Listening and wondering. Always

The satisfaction of gazing at lovely shoulders.

The small thought that returns again and again

Like the chorus between swift acts.

Someday when you say goodbye to this body

Your purpose will be called perfect vision.

In a dream you will lick the wet lips of heaven.

Meanwhile, the bold spill of the future is on your tongue.

Here, everyone is a holiday.

She sends you to Paradise

Yet you don’t like the wallpaper.

You want perfume, the sun

Rising in all the unexpected places.

What gets lost in translation

Is that the world is better than both of you.

And it’s here to stay.

Rain will come like a blessing:

Citrus and spice, a common inspiration.

The fortune teller marries the mailman

But you miss the wedding, off

On ideal travel. How foolish can you be?

Left in Paradise and looking for the way out.