Efi Hatzimanolis #121 'not silent, not out loud': a love poem

The best days contain a moon and a sun, no ending.
I call on the moon when I want to speak to the sun,
and the sun, when I must run
from you, carefully,
into its blindspot, invisible to you and your world,
but not silent.
I won’t be hunted down in a story about beauty,
you’ll never hear me flatter you,  
not out loud. 

Not even when you speak your love
in words that are radiant fish leaping in your throat,

I don’t fish in flashing shallows.