New Star

there’s a new star tonight
born in the cerulean
winter light

moon falling
in lemon segments
through dark peel

I thought to look upon
the polished rosewood
of your skin one last time

into the basin of space
blackest place
your eyes

circlets
of solitaires dance
a brilliant pathway

where we used to drift together
arm in arm
shadowed with each other's scent

your mind
all that I required
desired, the flavour soft

like solar rain
wings a shade of lightlessness
folded round me, feathers swept on nakedness

the first white blossom bloods the stem of winter's bough
morning wakens to the blushing green of spring

it is a season of renewal
and I


will never show you this