Luna

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.