[Poem] Her Body, My Monuments

Fierce as a thirsty Nak
In April

Nestled in a dress
The hue of sleepy That Dam
On Chantha Khoumane

Her lissome stride
Awakes dreamers

The colors of the world,
The children of rivers,

Our sandalwood city
Where talaats greet the moon,
Phi dance with dreams

And the future begins to stir
Not with a yawn, but her laugh,
A gaze

           That has known stars the way
           Others know flowers.

From On The Other Side Of The Eye, 2007