Chapter 1 – Orchid is my Sky

The moon

She smiles at me

Above all billowous masses

Below us, buried deep

Once bitten fingernails

Furrow brows

And trouble sleep

Faces shine in blindness

Victims or voyeurs

She laughs

The moon

When she is full of breast

Illusory, impetuous

I am her child


in my dream of flight


by the coming night

I am ripened and

Given wings by the

Scent of parting lips

Make my day