This full moon glows as a nipple
in night’s dark mouth. Wind whispers,
teases the pines. Ah! The stream sighs,
riding her own thighs.
Mountains heave under white clouds.
Young trees shoot white roots
deep into the darkness of earth. Oh!
Make love on a blanket of moonlight.
Write it on this poet’s gravestone.
“He died drunk one night
drowned in moonlight, an
inscrutable smile on his face.”