let me learn
how to engrave flaming calligraphy
on the argent plate of the moon
telling how sunset is caught in your hair
painting silver linings on the verge of the sea
in which the crescent immerses
without corrosion or signs of fatigue
telling how your soul's garden
blooms in two almond mirrors
and in the fruit of wine-feathered lips
blessing the world with delight
telling how storms shape
the coast of your ocean
on which the lighthouse stands steadfast
sending beams into night.
but
needless to learn
how on the lightless back
a black-inked tear
sinks into dust.
(for D.)
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