Last night your sea-colored eyes
were a black box 

recording every current of my body,
intensifying, withdrawing.

We've only touched the 
dull side of a vivid moon.

We coil across each other's lives;
tuberous roots of taro
taking water from one, giving sun
to the other.

7:30 a.m. walks in through the 
blinds with intention 

and cries the simple truth 
of our goodbye.  Our bodies 
serenade the light.



18 jan 03
M Madison