Wundering this morning

Perhaps you’d wunder (madly) why I’m texting you at 5.30am?

(So crazy, moon dear?) you’d permit it was my sexuality, and

All the madness it evokes, such as why my freak neighbours

Yell a response, do they think I  like them? (madness!) how do

They know (surveillance) or why? (you’re everywhere?)

The elements in nebulae, forming Duende, a bow of light, and

Love-arrows in flight, perhaps you’d ponder, by

6.30am, I’d illicit wunder, ’cause its such crazy times,

Why I hadn’t texted you again. Love found you there,

Moon in black, and my love for you, in your dark-bright cloak,

In nebulus Duende evokes,

Such crazy light