White Moon
A beautiful woman
Drawn in pencilImpossible, irresistibleIf that's not bizarreThen the thought came-Why does she has to have-A head from which her eyes stare…Why not leave her truncatedNo, not in the arms...Like Venus De MiloLike my nightmares-Okay, I’ll take her home with meLaden on the easelAs if she was lostOr crazily drunkBecause my eyesLooked lonely?Or was the moon too white-Forlorn,But with a love so big- She just woke upAnd waded her way in…Who is hearing?Who caresWho staresWho daresBareBeware!White moon-Black MoonLuna Negra-On white canvas?