In Love And War

There is no mystic moon,
on a mountain between
the pine trees

Oh God…
… forgot I didn’t believe in you!

What’s these hands,
mouths, skin, and the curve
of an ass have anything
to do with righteousness…
… with beauty?

The world opens
with a spring blossom, and yet…
we’ll be the best gardens
when we’re gone

Oh mystic Moon…
they say, it’s all fair
in love and war, 

… it’s all fair, in love and war



In the
imprint of
our embrace,
In the
that moves us along,
The sun
kisses our
Leaving stars
behind, where
we burn.