“Night” from Threshold by Joseph O. Legaspi

Here’s another poem from the new book Threshold by Joseph O. Legaspi.

Night

When in love I melt into yellow,
blend in with every light to become
the most luminous apparition.

You’ve come disguised, hair
upswept, eyes two shades
murkier than petroleum,
a face I’ve never seen but know
in-the-gut-of-me, I seem born
from it, but in mirroring honesty

I often fancy you
are someone else, I prefer
this, realizing how lacking
you are, I can be happy
with a stranger moon.

For more poems, pick up your copy of Joseph O. Legaspi’s Threshold from the CavanKerry Press store.