Honey Mooner


There was a silky assault
by a gray cloud over the sickle moon
and I went crazy.

Moon said I will come again
for the glittering makeup
when the curtain are drawn.

Indelible tattoos on my breast
will haunt you whole night.
You must suck the stars meanwhile.

Come March, I will shower the
blue stains on your shirt.
It will remind you the number of nights
you slept with me.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

Category: Life Poems | No comments | Tags:
DownUp +2

Leave a comment