It's true that when the moon glows brightest
Incidents of ****** rise.
But when you can't see the stars out here
You have to take some risks.

Modern-day Rippers can catch me if they like.
I'll be too distracted by the bright hole in the sky.
You know when you look through a paper towel roll
And it's all black
And there's just that bright circle of escaping light at the end?
Maybe the moon is our escape.

Like I said, I'd lie down and stare at the stars
But the lights here make that difficult
And who knows when the sprinklers will go off.

Instead I'll pretend I'm an astronaut
The Argonauts and I, haha.
We'll find out what's beyond our paper towel tube existence
Via slingshots and arrows.

A lunar eclipse is a beautiful thing
Except that it covers the escape portal.
We must ask the gods:
How will we get out
When you put your hands over it?
How will we seek greater things?

There are no stars here.
No pinpricks have penetrated this world
Pins pricked so the gods can have a peepshow
And don't all have to share the window.

Maybe the ****** rates go up
To entertain them.

I'm not sleeping tonight.

I know if I tried, I'd fail
So instead I'm thinking of you.
Cataloging you in my mind.

Simple things: favorite colors and foods
Deeper things: experiences and viewpoints
Deep things: do you notice when the moon glows?

I've got most of the first section down, I think.
The second will need time to fill.
The third keeps changing.

The third is most important to me, you see.
What color do you think music is?
When you see the sun
Do you think of power
And creation and destruction
Or do you think of skin cancer?
When you eat
Can you feel your taste buds celebrating?

Basically, do you notice important things?
Do you see what some people don't care about?
Because I care.
And your catalog can't be finished
Until I know.

Sweaty, sticky skin.
Hair too long; touching my back
Heating me further.
Dying of the after-waves of fire
Not the flames themselves.

Need less fabric on my body.
Need less hair on my head.
Need less skin, less muscle, less blood.

I need a cold shower
But for external heat
Not internal.

I was beautiful because
You told me I was.
You were beautiful because
There can be none like you.

I'm working on remembering you.
(not that it's possible to forget)
But I want your details
So I'm working on remembering you.

I think I have your chin down
But your nose is not perfected.
Your eyes are almost there
And your hands are probably halfway.

I was beautiful because
You made me believe I was.
But you were beautiful because
There can be none like you.

I want to know you.
Your no banana pancakes
And your Dr. Pepper
And your gas station champagne.

Our atoms are getting familiar with each other.
At least, that would explain
Why my skin, no, my whole being
Both tenses and melts when you're near.

Your fingernails know my back
My hands know your chest.
They're close friends, you know.
I'm sure you've noticed.

I am beautiful because
That's what you bring out.
You are beautiful because
There can be none like you.

Recreated
In the image of who I want to be.
Reborn
From a newly discovered stage of development.

I am renewed and reevaluated.
Now vibrant and breathless
Open and waiting
For you, always for you.

For me, too.
But in a different way.
Finally, facing my id.
Finally, flying.

Do I hope to get anything from this?
Besides a catharsis
Besides an outlet for my words.

Am I expecting something?

Maybe I secretly hope that someone will like it
And maybe show other people
And maybe I could have an effect one someone.

But surely I know that's improbable.

I guess I should not think about it
And just let my writing take care of me
And I will take care of her
And we will float on like the castaways we are.

Let me live in the palms of your hands;
They can be my palm trees, indeed,
And your arms my desert island.
I will survive on the salt water
And coconut meat
That I'll search throughout your body for.
I'll spend my days exploring, learning
All the mountains and caverns you hold.
I will be the first native
And you will be my first home.