Complaints Poem by Salvie Rosales

While the enamored stars would dare
Seaward to leap,
Seeking a truer heaven in
The loved deep,
My love, so near me on the grass-
What cowardice!
Dares not to melt his mouth upon
My waiting kiss.

I cannot understand O moon,
Cloud-kissed now and then,
You still remain unsullied
Before the eyes of men
Who think me now unchastely,
A blot upon me thrown,
Seeing my lover’s shadow brush
The fingers of my own.