while here is the moon
sun—I dare not see
and thee—

stars under our bleak forest
and jasmines
and Mayna birds who pluck them away

this vacant, insipid ocean;
with dead ravens and crows
—so full
and free.

Petals tied to the bird
bird—to leaf

I, thee—the bee nest
I, thee—the honey

I, thee— the feast
cleaned and cooked
then beautified and gnawed away

while here is your shallow
caverns— I shan’t know

bitter honey
—and thee.

sun—I dare not see
I, thee— the nothing

bound and tied to a single chain
shore and her betrothed sea
—and how they kiss and never meet

I, thee—
the nothing.
filled to the brim, this empty chalice.
as the ****** wine stirs
—restlessly patient

I, thee—
the nothing.