Chasing the Sunstone

 Chasing the Sunstone:

Sun wasted demon; beautiful and strange 

shrieks sarcastic statements at me. 

Tell me: why don’t you dread death?

Yet, always walk with your back to the wall.

 

Like moon tipsy monster is chasing, waiting, 

waiting patiently in love, with blue black flowers in hand

and a yellow sunstone.

 

You are demon wasted by sun; strange yet tantalizing,

mystical yet mysterious. As skin of yours, skin of ours

touch, and become unified.

 

Like fusion dancing dragon ballers balling up pride

to merge in their majesty. Yes, you were wasted demon

basking in the sun. As wolves howl to you

as they abandon the moon to chase the sun,

and you become an idol, who are you?

 

As moon tipsy monster, fights for your heart

will you surrender or continue to bask in the sun?

Bathe like no one is waiting for your hand; You say:

your hand is not a prize and you are not to be won

by wolves or moon or love—

You just yearn for sun showers as wolves howl

in your presence and the moon tipsy monster

awaits the answer that may never come.