Caravan

Moon and Caravan


Tonight the moon,
a melon
ripened by the sun
in Kazakhstan,
rolls along on backs
of clouds'
long, plumy caravan,
an exotic offering
in golden rind,
to Samarkand,
an object of desire
for eyes to feast upon
in far-off lands.



Venus


snow aflame
uncut cocaine
purest passion
my white swan
coruscating
distant sphere
scorching shadow
of the sun
intensifier
of desire
unattainable
night fire
phoenix
aphrodisiac
pale goddess
acrid star
of love
 


Cloudy Night


Night has devised
a tented sky
and mantled Earth
in mystery;
the stars resume
their secret
cosmic colloquies
and so do we,
discovering the arcane
choreography
of galaxies,
an inexorable force,
more powerful
than gravity,
that draws us
in its spiralling desire
to Tantric ecstasy...



Caravan


There is no greater sadness
than the parting of the ways.

Beneath the kind of moon
that asks for date palms
and oases, you understand
he will not stay:
the caravan moves on...



Lemon


An intricately-formed,
closed world,
shapely and complete -
not sweet,
but pungent,
aromatic,
unforgettable…

How did I ever think
I could be part of it -
acceptable?