"Post-you", Choong Zheng Yang
the year ends; I’ll offer myself on the sand tonight.
the tides wash the yellow moon, winking to night.
you, a coral mystery under acidic seas,
the calcium eyes that’ll never see tonight.
I count the days with chalky trace; I explode
a star - I’ll dream your name in hydrogen tonight.
rocky cliffs pouring wine, lighthouse breathing sea,
perhaps you’ll sleep in a nest of nails tonight.
a walking shadow, without a sign from the divine:
I shudder in b minor, saxophone-praying tonight.
but the greying elms still flower, holding still
and time will cast a spell on you tonight.
and winter birds bearing sky, casting
off the tempest drowning us tonight.
and I, an albatross, softly singing
to morning bursting through the halcyon night.