You did not mind,
my voyeuristic gazing in youth.
Peering through lens and mirror
at your tranquil maria,
and majestic terra
A plate,
A silver coin,
A pool of light.
I have insulted you with comparison.
You are Luna,
and nothing less.
Forgive me
lady of night,
for I turned away.
I have sat in your beams,
sucking on gamine girls
with garish grins.
Seduced with your liberal light
on their waxen faces.
We are linked
by lusty lycanthropy
draw me in with your gravity
raise me up,
like gentle sea swells
let me dance in that inch deep
infinity between us.
Speak to me with
second-old words.
