I untangle in this sky, this milk-white moonlight.

Earth’s satellite appears all night in moonlight.
Which country’s quiet sky did you design on this canvas?

I’m struck by the hues of your ever-bright moonlight.
This blue is a rehearsal for when our bodies are still.

I’ve lost sight of the fires in your swipes of moonlight.
For tonight, I chew dreams under lilac iridescence.

No classifications here, shapes suffice in moonlight.
In this dream I am fatigued, my language ossified.

Yet your palette is a relief invite to moonlight.
Your paint-knife is a landscape of dirt and skies.

For you Etel, I write, ignited in your moonlight.
After Untitled: 2014: Oil on canvas: Etel Adnan