Against the body, the floral chipao silhouetted

Aligns inside a badge of honor, a restricted frame

Gently shimmying, my derrière

Strutted around in high-heeled shoes

To your world of flame

It must be a moon’s curse

That seduces me to the mood for love, yet, hesitated

To the only night we share

I live in the deeper of your eyes

From desire to desire, our kiss

Suspended, the moment that will be remembered

Our love puffing away as flare

All that is solid melts into air

At every chance that I miss

(Inspired by Wong Kar-wai’s film “In the Moon for Love,” the poem was written on 2/16/10. The photo was shot at Prague.)