Savage Love
The Moon

While lying in my bed
shafts of moonlight capture me
and draw me up
to seek the moon.
There he is, up there,
the bright moon
holding Rona
in his grasp.
Rona clutching her calabash,
her ngaio tree,
seen by all, but alone,
alone and desolate.

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