Sunday, August 11, 2013


Circe: renowned for knowledge
of herbs and spiritual purification.

I dreamed
last night
of Circe, pursuing
the Moon.
spilled red
water color passion
indigo gold,
of moonlight
ink across
her face.
Circe, I said - wait
my poem needs you.
She tossed white, wild sage
onto my sleeping body.
In dream
I was powerless
naked before
her beauty.
Rising to a
zenith, Moonlight
escaped my grasp
and Circe’s kiss.

Published by The Criterion: An International Journal in English,
issue 12, February 2013

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