Crescent was tonight
smirk of your post –“wotever”
my wanton eye would earn
Crescent was tonight
your half finished Zinger
its appetite spins inside
Crescent was tonight
the perimeter of your park
last frontier where
hands must act demure
Crescent was tonight
the furrow in my joined palms
that remains full and saline
Crescent was tonight
a remainder of moon
frozen in my senses
till earth moves again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a certain ring of creativity to your work..really, metaphors used here are impressive, ,