FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

the whole night it rained
to every drop you listen to the
stories that you tell to yourself
as though there are two of you
unable to sleep in bed,

the following morning you see
a boat sinking in your dark eye
sockets

the deep ocean of your sorrow
takes it down and there it sleeps

you ask the mirror what it gives
you in return for your visit and it
says, it is simply giving you back
what you have been giving
faithfully on cold mornings like
this.