the round moon calls to me a bowl of milk payasam, spread with dried rice balls sprinkled with cashew chilled and reheated with abundant milk from the previous night it fills my belly and satisfies my tongue the moon calls out to me my eyes, my eyes cannot believe the sight of a glowing silver ball it keeps me awake days pass and i am hungry for another full moon but the more i yearn, the more shy it becomes i stop seeing the sky, in fear of a waning moon not at its fullest g

A flower made out of flowers a rose inside of a rose a day of flowers and roses of books and kisses awkward hugs and sideward glances a dimple on the cheek, a mole on the forehead a crooked nose, an uneven jaw plentiful teeth that morph into two smiles orderly and unorderly questions are asked and answered none an arm's distance, a safe length closing doors and a train's ride a momentary pause, while thoughts collide walking from dawn until dusk and when night falls a day of