new poem by Koon Woon

At a Hostel

She danced me to the spare room,

Then swallowing the key, said

“If you something need however late,

Tap on the ceiling.”

Pigeons cooed under eaves.

And she winked a snow petal.

Train whistles before entering dark tunnel.

The key churned and tingled in her belly;

Smiling, she turned and tip-toed up the stairs.

Such luck was not for me.

I could not be startled into start.

Motionless, only my thoughts climbed with

A half-step moon.

So like a dingy in choppy water,

The sheets fought me in two consecutive dreams.

But when morning came as I gave mourning to

Badly spent night,

She laid out fruits and coffee as my

Eyes open to obliterate the false picture of night.

Koon Woon

December 8, 2016