lucky star

I untangled my words out of the coat

of a deep blue sky woven with clouds.

I knotted them with lots of I-Love-You.

Then, with the needle of the night clock,

I've sewed the moon in your eyes.

Some said at a time that in your eyes

is placed the meaning of the world, —

but, me, I knew in your eyes sit touched

the significance of any effect on us,

cos once, in a first quarter of the moon,

a lucky star has smitten in your sight.

So I've been starting to see you brighter

for the way you revealed yourself to me,

vibrating and crossing inside my soul,

using your lips with a devouring lust

to open the padlock of my eyelashes,

in craters of your dawns to scintillate.