sometimes I paint, untranslatable words

Abbiocco (Italian): drowsiness from eating a big meal.

 

Last night I found the moon

In a pool of water

A tiny moon, floating

 

& I wonder if the moon prefers

To be surrounded

By water or by darkness.

 

A wavery moon

I imagine scooping up

Offering to you.

 

For me? your eyes say

As you lean in

Drink from the palms of my hands

 

All of it.

 

It is the only thing to do you say

When someone offers you

The moon.

 

jks

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