you ask me to tell you
everything
but when i do
you brush it off like
it’s nothing to you
what’s going to happen
when i tell you
i’m feeling exceptionally blue
will you believe then
that it is true
or will you gasp
when i float off into the wind
like expired souls do

I know not of the stars
but I know your face
I can gift you the moon
But I know you want that cake
Your round face
Staring at me
Your full lips
Trembling as you kiss my knee  
From the window 
The moon looked on eagerly 
as we joyfully devoured our cake.