"Ades" Stiilis Bina
(2 love poems for Joe D.)
Aubade
Cleaving half the horizon, the morning
sun cuts across the eyelid of the earth,
and in a forever-moment the earth
is outside of now: not dawn, not morning.
Yet I'd crave You, my morning; You, my earth.
Serenade
Shuttering up the horizon, the night
throes – heavy blanket on the face of earth,
regardless of the weather on the earth.
Yet shroud me with Your fibrous self this night
and I'd succumb: You, my night; You, my earth.