Sleepwalking

by Satish Verma

A haunted moon,
sauntered into the woods,
slogging again and again
to pass the gender test.

There was a fear of
abduction. Orange
and blue, where it ought to have
been absolutely white.

I don't think She can
become a He, shedding
the robes, crossing the time
zones, in a hurry.

A moon should
behave in a celestial manner
becoming a fluid lover
to kiss in the dark.

05-Oct-2013

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