12 Dec Moon
by Choucri Paul Zemokhol
your soft steps in the velvet of night
circle my house,
you smile at me as I look out my window.
who knew me when I was young,
masquerading for me each night,
your veil slipping off so that I could see your honest face.
I am a crumb in the palm of your hand.
I feel your icy breath,
give me one last kiss.
I am coming to my last turns around your satin gown,
one tug upon your hem
and my bones dissolve.
I offer you my hand,
let us move through these nights like two old friends,
not knowing who conjured who.