Woman’ by Bich Ngoc (Vietnamese artist)

I know that some morning
when the skyline is set.
And the white over white clouds
break up and reform.
I will turn over and see you there.

My fingers, a spin daze of
nervous ecstasy.
Will rifle through your soft
clean black hair.
The thinnest slither of the moon

A song that I have not heard
for so long.
The dips and spills of
a churned-up dance.
Patterns unpicked,
a long wave opening.