blue jay 

			Wheel


							
			In another life, I'm the moonlight,

			lovely and new.  Lifting my head,

			I say: From this madness

			comes more. And I take



			the blue hand of Venus and step

			quietly into the song-filled night.


							
			In another life, the sky

			is a roulette wheel, the stars,

			silver balls dancing

			wildly past the numbers.



			I crave love like the sun:

			without it the body



			becomes weak, unable

			to feel delight. But the heat,

			it goes and comes, a constant 

			moving deeply through me.
Birdlink