There was no collateral
damage to my flower vase.
My roses were intact.
I had asked you to wear
a yellow scarf like a ―
hijab of moon. Somebody was
going to meet plain brown end.
The famous leg cross of―
‘Basic Instinct\' does not impress me.
I will drink from your oceanic eyes.
Like Sylvia Plath in
death gown, you amble gingerly
to embrace my poems.
The dew drops hang
from the asparagus leaf tips.
I wipe away my tears.