Because She's In Love With the Sun
the moon
stalks from the balcony without saying goodbye
slapping marble railings with rough hands
but by Monday evening
her tongue is already slurping sunlight from silhouettes
and she's two-timing the stars, leaving her kisses on yellow benches
above O' Man's Hills where she
catches glimpses of blue with pale eyes
and sometimes as she lies naked on old Manhattan dreams
her feet ache for the familiar pavements, sun-kissed
drinking Sunny-D and burping wisps of clouds
she rolls from her hammock and staggers into the Pacific
after burning her white dress in a bonfire
and now she's waiting at the outskirts of nowhere
drunk and nostalgic
screaming at sunrise, you cowardly fool!
Copyright ©
Xin Liu | Year Posted 2010
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