Unedited Writing Exercise, Inspired by Reading "The Achor Book of Chinese Poetry", as well as some Indian poetry.

You float in and out of my life
like the moon.

I trace you in the blood
between my thighs.

I search for you by darkened tree-trunks;
stirred by the river's waters, you try not to move.

A ribbon of moonlight shadows my footprints,
but I do not sense your silence.

"I give up", you once told me,
and I begged that we should live apart.

But the moon can not give up her love of the sky.
She glances at the earth with longing, as I kick the red rusty dirt,

wishing I could wane into the darkness
rather than read by the light of your eyes.