Everyone thinks of love.
Everything seems to be about love.
I dream about kissing
the stars and the ground.
Where we cast our air and tread upon.
I’d like to think I write
something other than food
that becomes the nesting of safety.
Day 10: Write about the moon without using the words, bright, shine, dark, crator, and moon.
I always wonder how you still look glowing
Even though your skin is cracked and porous.
You give an aura at night, you still seem to beam.
I always wonder if you are ever alone,
do you have friends or want companionship.
I know it’s been 45 years since our last visit.
The closest I can get to you is by sea
I meet you at your ripe tide
As you pull me back and forth, back and forth.
I bet it is so quiet all the way up there
so I’ve made a song for you,
I’ll sing it to you through bubbles.
Your face is like a pie and I want to take a slice.
I can see you smile crookedly on those fun nights,
And you carry me home on those long somber rides.