FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it is not the body
you can buy bodies
it is not the hand
there are so many hands
it is not even the smile
or the thought
or the care that someone
pours on you
it is something that you want
to defy
and hope that it will still
love you
someone that you love and
you want that someone
to hate you

if there is love
you are turned off
like another moonless
night
if the sun is there
fiery
it is just another
ordinary day
trace it when you were
once a boy
when father left you
when time was never on your
side
when love was as empty
a vase without a flower