Moon Ash Poem by Diana Thoresen

His presence is an inextricable maze
Rescue me, blond thing

When both the twilight and the waves
Become a path of blue glass

Speak softly to him
Speak about everything

As long as I become moon ash
Break weaponized tendrils

That entwine our hearts
And make me want to wash off

In an absinthe river of a hundred
Rebellious colors like Chinese ink

I shall have you wear orange silks
Wrap him up in the bubble bath

Of your sweet pale skin
Lest an insolent procession

Of his phantom fingers
Reverses the current of my hate

Lure him into your avenues
Lest he incestuously unbuttons my life

My blessed rival, my funny Anne Boleyn
Kodak or Nikon

I shall conjure a pop-art dream
Every exposure of your golden constellations

Will still his forbidden pain
And dress the darkness in white

You are my grand farewell of every faded sun
In the feuilleton of his hungry sheets

And the debris of a lysergic full moon
And black butterflies by the Coral Sea