Honey Mooner

Satish Verma

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.

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