FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i heard you speak
i liked it.

It is past however,
there is this fear
that with you in my life
i may cease
to be what i am.

so i think at night
if like a bulb by the kitchen
door outside the house,
i should switch you off.

if i continue adoring you
i will be lost
and if i allow this for more
days,
i may not find myself again.

so i shut you out
the way i close a window
the way i pull
the drapes on the floor
to put back the cool shade of
dark,

you must understand.
i could be
my own disaster too.