Hina

Without the dawn, she was bare and vulnerable
I felt uneasy watching her sleep
Her long, black hair sprawled out like a lace net
fastened to catch darkness instead of light moved as
if some spiritual power had touched it,
forcing waves of it to fall over her shoulders ,
and then onto the tender spot on the inside of her arm
where lay a mark that she belonged somewhere else –
to someone else
This would be the last time she would know morning
By tomorrow, the stars would steal her away
And I begged the moon and evening song to take me instead
Because of all the beauties that make the moon reflect light
Only she promised to save me