i let it be

I let it be

it’s dangerous to stay too close to the moon,

which bleeds beyond the midnight…

 the  moon of my night was embedded

into the afternoon behind your back…

the Starbucks cafe  around the corner,

a mythical bird, the child of a Phoenix

and a Peacock , painted over the brick wall.

I saw you walking through the door,

I wasn’t certain if you knew me.

you smiled and sat across.

I wanted to touch your hand.

I didn’t. instead, I inhaled the liquid nitrogen

of the bleeding moon.

and let it be, the bird on the wall,

a picture of the perfect afternoon

c:Nina K Orlovskaya@8/8/2012