I borrowed this photo from Sharon Hammond and added some Apophysis layers to it.
As everyone drifts off to sleep,
I am still staring at the stars.
Separation from you does have a cure.
There is a way inside the sealed room.
If you will not pour wine,
at least allow me half a mouthful
of leftover dregs.
Secretly I fill my sleeve with pearls.
When the love-police detain me,
let your moon come down
and hold me in its arms.