A pair of senryu (haiku variation).

If our lovely Selena the Moon, affects everything here on Earth, could we then in return affect her? Do we even ask the right questions when it comes to the Moon – and her being? Or is she a mere emotional surface which is of no use to us anymore? Do you gaze at her and wonder?

…but who could really say how love started–or for what reason? Isn’t it true that the minute one reasons out one’s falling in love, it stops to really be love but just a piece of rationalization? And there are always words…

A poem about a celestial love affair.

Black queens descended from black goddesses summoned through rituals riding down incense of sage sandalwood, and myrrh with frankincense opening doorways of the heavenly realms…