blue jay


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.