Poetry by Irina Moga
. . . words falling on my shoulders
like melting snowflakes.
What of love that extends beyond the boundaries
of the visible world?
Your velvety tongue recounts the storyline
of shorelines I know nothing of,
blown away by petals –
glyphs of your allegiance to a forbidden planet,
while I wander through insomniac nights,
and the shivers of an overgrown snow moon
in the backyard.
Will you be with me through this glittering,
through a space of reduction and myths,
– the keyhole to a star?
Editor’s Note: Irina has been nominated for the 2022 Rhysling Award by the SFPA membership-at-large for a poem published in the debut issue of The Flying Saucer Poetry Review.