Aqua

By Tibra Ali, April 3, 2024

1.
Sharp and green
the bamboo leaves surround your sex

Silently, our lips speak of freedom.

The blood that spurts from our mouths
drop heavily into the cold stream

The words
also sink, nourishing
the secret roots
of yet unborn aqua shoots.

Hand in hand we float
down
the cold nocturnal river

And together in the morning
We awake

into our private lives

2.
Don’t even think about it
What you are thinking of

The moon drops

So heavy
are your thoughts.
So un-
utterable.

Brown leaves surround your garden
where the moon enters so easily
reflected in the stillness of the pool

3.
Darkness emanates from the roots

where the waters of the stream
follow the course between
the white barks of the night.

Darkness emanates from the roots

I shall follow that cold
where the waters are deep
and immerse my thirsty mouth.