moon

full moon, again tonight you wear your
wonderous mask of sensous desire - sunk
pale, in feathery cloud...
oh, sweet promises of the heart, don't dare
touch me, for sometimes moon you are made
of paper, - an ornament of the pantomime,
sometimes you're a double-edged knife that's
sharpened on both sides
yet as long as morning wakes me, with its
sounds of bird's delight, i shall not miss a
day of our shared decline





Nomi Ben-David.

If

if once i was a queen, then somewhere
there must be a king, who demands my
head - yet, if once i was unfair and
wild, then somewhere there must be a
man, who has learned his lesson - can
he maybe tell me how, and why? - i
can't make any promises, but i can try...



Nomi-Ben-David