When the moon bathes you silver

When the moon bathes you silver
and you are a little navy blue inside
The skin stands anchoring 
both the sparkling silver 
and the midnight blue. 
They converse, 
'You have been there before'
Silver smiles back and says,
'You will be there again.
So? Who did she deny?'

We shared flower-talks

We shared flower-talks 
of roots and wings
of Iron clangs 
And a fragrant mind
Of broken rays
And the breaking light
Of perennial sins 
And shadowed penance
We talked deep into the violet night 
You let the ivy climb on me
Melting grief in your poetry I held 
You promised 'We will soon disembark to a promising dream
of happier times. We will both be walking free.'
Why did you create the shadow of a night?
That folds in memories...
My heart stained of promise and deceit
Wanted to wipe that long buried cold disdain.
Too many tongues mingled to redress the lost and the stolen
Too many houses lay reeking of moist and grandiose moments
What was I searching in you last night 
the reassurance of revolutions or happier times?
The flickering candles melted to death to render me presence.
My cold sweat smelled of lemon grass and cinnamon 
As you talked deep into my soul of a widowed bride
who wears vermilion to justify the false patriarchy of infidel men.
We talked till the night bled out
To a pale pulverized morning...
Something you took from me last night
the essential thread to weave again 
the crimson marigold and the fair jasmine 
Some mornings I sit by, rooted next to the fragrance
In the stomach of hope and despair clutched to dissolve silence.

Beside the Moss Covered Tree

Beside the moss covered tree
The white house lives
With cherry red windows.
Silently arrayed
In curtains and solitude
The capering stories travel.

Untranslatable and moist.