Clutch tightly those fading rays of summer,
For if loosened they shall slip and they’ll fly.
The sweet taste of Suns and their rises savor.
But please, my dear, save for me the night.

With impermanence ripe and a resplendent soul,
And stars burning like lovers’ eyes lost in lust.
For me it provides what its sister cannot;
That which thrives in my eyes and spreads like dust.

I feel the moon like I feel a dancing woman’s body,
Hips pushing and pulling, breathing and twisting.
Caught in a perfect storm of color and motion and sound,
Her heart placed where I’ve found a hole in mine missing.

You be the moon, my love, and pull my soul toward you.
On a surface flawed only can I taste the void of space.
The flaws are perfection, and your perfection is divine.
From your face I can find no better, more perfect place.

Swaying like the tides she commands, she beckons.
With her curled glowing finger gesturing, I caress the halo.
Breath thinning in the reaches of space, I’m glad for the distance
From my earth’s gyrating masses with pores like sweating volcanoes.

Save for me the night, in its delicious entirety.
Only under her watchful eye can my heart escape and dance,
And paint and sing and act like its bleeding ancestors before.
I want you, my love, to give the night another chance.