I watched you place your hands gently on the surface,
and, one finger at a time, probe into the crust,
dust working its way beneath the crescent whites
of your fingernails.
I sat beside you, though your shoulders turned from me,
while you continued to feel your hands into the cracks
in the crust, deliberately, delicately, so sweet.
I had let the moon’s gravity pull me up toward you,
your boyish smile toying with my body
until I could not resist the month alone on your world,
held in close by the purest space.
But your grin had not been for me —
rather for your lady love, dear Luna,
who filled your softened gaze with her pale glow.
And so, as the moon met the earth once more,
I dug my heels into the dust beneath me
and flew into that void between gravities,
knowing that the earth would embrace me again.
And I will love the moon from far below,
to know that I have seen her in your eyes.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
I watched you place your hands gently on the surface,
and, one finger at a time, probe into the crust,
dust working its way beneath the crescent whites
of your fingernails.
I sat beside you, though your shoulders turned from me,
while you continued to feel your hands into the cracks
in the crust, deliberately, delicately, so sweet.
I had let the moon’s gravity pull me up toward you,
your boyish smile toying with my body
until I could not resist the month alone on your world,
held in close by the purest space.
But your grin had not been for me —
rather for your lady love, dear Luna,
who filled your softened gaze with her pale glow.
And so, as the moon met the earth once more,
I dug my heels into the dust beneath me
and flew into that void between gravities,
knowing that the earth would embrace me again.
And I will love the moon from far below,
to know that I have seen her in your eyes.
