LOVE AND NIGHT

Starry night and pestling slow; of basil

and the beauty of the loved one untold—

of each pestling; a heavenly basil—shoot.

Nights and pestle stabbing descends;

a longing slit lovelorn’ necks

soften, come—tender, on the soul tread

and for me count it endowment

When you echo, I burst unto flowers

and with them each blab hennas

if I meet thee; I bind the stars;

earrings avow our converse

Groaning for every abandonment;

burdens with indigo tears

and foretells of nights; starless

Love are thee but so quixotic

mirage; not here and not vanished

alas with my soul had you watered

and alas the life had not flowered.