Warning

A Warning:

A drip
from the honeymoon
lands on my open palm
Leaningback
under the searchlight of a star
I am pinned.
And the cold drags me in to my self.
Obscured world
I have written
(with my eyes) all over you
But now
Blocked up with shadows
I hear lovers
casting their noisy nets
and moon-eyed I beam
my own warning;
for I know where it is I am going.