she blinks up gazing at the moon off in space

walking backwards on the sidewalk as to not lose sight of her for a single second, as though she cannot bear to peel her eyes away or even to blink

she holds the entire cosmos in those eyes, shining like constellations in the night

she loves her so wholly, celestially, without regard for pragmatics or proselytizing

and she reminds me that she loves her without even meaning to, the words slip out without her giving the command
she is helpless in her all-consuming adoration

and I know the moon is just as helpless
up in the sky she's looking back down on this girl with starlight in her eyes and her frozen heart is leaping with the goodness she carries for this heavenly woman

I understand the moon in that way

I too carry goodness for this angel on the sidewalk who holds heaven in her eyes, because what else is there to do,

but to share helpless love with the moon