Poetry

This was not a witch 
or witchcraft, striking 
a pose to entice the sleep. 
 
The grass will not― 
listen the earthly 
eavesdropping on moon. 
 
Some extra neutral 
wine for a resilient poet 
who will refuse to die. 
 
My color was not black 
nor white. It had the 
golden hue. 
 
Your nails were very sharp 
digging for a *Digambra 
on my bare chest.