the Blues

the night breeze squeezes the shadows of the trees
his silhouette rambling over the hills
though decaying, he's actually striving
to stand over the rocks rising
and the million of wills

whispering leaves
in the bleak arms of night
was his piece of heart
longing for the moon,
the dusk,
and the frozen of light


totodigio
Sept. 13, 1978

postcoital

after the lovemaking is over
she may avoid your eyes
and act as though that abandoned creature,
whose body crushed those petals
on the bed, had been a different woman...

then, making yourselves comfortable
upon rugs and cushions
spread out on the terrace
in the moonlight,
you may enjoy each other's company.

Let her lie in your lap
with her face turned up to the moon;
point out Polaris and the Morning Star,
the Great Bear and his seven rishis,
and tell her all the stories of the night sky.

- the Kama Sutra