Naoko's Body and the Moonlight
Location
1.
On the metro
my eyes are red
with rain
that could not bring silence
or carve the U of sound
from a funeral bell.
You have become the color of my words
drawing yourself from nearby leaves
to fill my mouth
to make the hue of my name or yours.
And between this window and the moon
is your body
moving through white blood
before first light
before the shadow and the dew,
your fingers turning out the stars
to speak darker:
a word, draining the need for winter
from the pale of your face,
a final breath to keep me young.
2.
Who hasn’t felt his heart tugged
by a slivered moon
or walked on legs of wine
‘round red halos on linoleum
hearing her voice
in the shushing wind?
Naoko.
The sound of the world creaking,
of the road being watched
as she departs
smaller and smaller
until just a mirrored fleck
in the eyes of a wasted life.