clippings

clippings

i watched for you
your crescent moons
thumbnails in the
dark
nights
before ramadan
you flew
with them
the backs of your
finger tips
grazing
hills and valleys

my face

now and then
you grew full
of me
not to be seen
mistaken often
for rings
of saturn
so far

i watched for you
then
your crescent moons
thumbnails
on my face
in the dark