this is for the night  
we burnt a church
and for the people
who road an airplane there  
just to see it
for the moon  
who burns  
as bright as this pyre
and decided  
to look quite  
beautiful tonight
dressed in its best stars  
and darkest clouds
we danced in that field
like dawn was a mystery
I blushed like six year old kid  
asking you to dance
we waltz  
in the wake of dreams
hatched schemes  
with our finger tips
I held you like a bicycle
road you over the heavens  
with my training wheels
because im still learning  
how to love
and we danced in that field  
with shaking spines  
and wild flower hearts
stopping to watch  
the churches  
and moons  
burn like children
burn like me
and draw figure eights  
with your palm  
across my back
sing with the crackling of hymens
take my hand
and we'll all take  
the next moon home. . .