Dark in dark
I climb your spiral stairs
for the roving eyes,
reading my poems.
Will you pull down
the basil a bit? I want the
restless aroma to spread out
on my pages.
You keep a bloodhound
to track my nomadic thoughts. I wear
your smile in moonlight.
Pry open the hatch of a treasure.
My complete oeuvre was
left for unknown you.
Waves had washed up
a bright moon-
on the golden beach. I was not ready
to turn your face.