Shameless Moon

Moon standing in the dark edge Of the skyways Like a shameless whore Waiting for someone To be swept by love and lust Falls her tender beauty On my bathtub filled with The crystal clear water Tranquilized like drunken Changing itself into mirror In which her sublimed shadow Whirled by the whisper of wind Blurred by the soapy fizzes Sunken beneath the waves. With cosmic clouds Ravished by her unlike beauty In sheer lunacy turned me down Like that my mind is drained As brittle as dry ice on my flesh Like the dyeing embers Of smouldering pyre Every word of my poems Seemed full of clichés. *