The (Lost) Love Song of Eric Liu, A Tanka Sequence

she whispers,
what does a poet do?
running her fingers
through my chest hair...
I moan, makes love to the world

the moon
soaking with wet light
our tangled clothes
on the sand ...
one star, then many

she left me
for a woman in red
at the beach
I hear mermaids
singing each to each

Atlas Poetica, 20, January 2015