When I Ask

When I ask,

And, at some stage

I am sure that I will,

Please don’t tell me

How I feel.

 

The shades of black

That holly leaves go

In full-night

Belladonna moonlight.

 

However I ask,

If I threaten, plead,

Cajole, sulk, make promises,

Please don’t tell me

You understand.

 

The kind of moon –

White-queen faced

And flat –

You get when skies

Are clear and honest-cold.

 

2/9/2012