Cradled In My Arc

KATAUTA: Her: eyes brown, like choc’late, swooning like the stars unglued — yours mad as the moon Him: pistachio eyes — the gaze of a soulful cat sea swept in zephyr Her: swallowed by the pond — our shadow imitates moves of tender years Him: silk like a spotlight, the moon pouring forth its milk — you invite my thirst Her: sway of tropical palms, your cradled in my arc — hammock’s impression Him: blow kiss from purple lips, the pitons like your breasts and the valley split Together: laughing and weeping present immortality — generosity christened 12/14/2020