My Bed in the Luminous Fray

Last night the moon took me back

in its discipline

as if light could restore what I’d carefully set aside.

The window flickered its lace.


I leaned on my white pillow,

with the white sheet across the map of my body.

The luminous peered through

in eddies, and settled its fine blooms.


Last night, the moon was plump.

My bed ridden by lightness.