I live in a dark stretch of land part ocean, part lava
sheer as light but opaque where the eyes meet
I am a pool of hard matter, still I appear translucent,  
when you look at me with those big brown eyes.  
Do you fancy me? Color me beautiful and find out;
I am full of helium, neon, ad hydrogen, perfumed
by methane, ammonia and carbon dioxide, ...
Do you like my silicon round, my phosphorus shine ?
I wore a sodium spritz for you, feel my magnesium
am I female/ male ? Color me  beautiful and find out;
I boast about my crust and my mantle is *******
stepping up to the plate I enhance the telescopes,  
with my sippy blue and splash of silver, I am me.    
Take your time before you X me in the box,  
I am moon cisgender to my nature, do you like ?
I am moon, all moon, equivocally endangered  
when you select a *** for me, so won't you please,
color me beautiful, no matter what hues you see.

She seems happiest working in the dirt.
  She looks like a gypsy. Wild midnight
  hair, coal eyes and autumn's complexion
  smelling of earth, grass and dying leaves
  she takes my breath away and bends my
  knees as I beseech her to hold me close.
  She lives around the corner. I live in
  poet city where nothing is as it seems.

I get my information
from the dirt…
While running my hands
through the fertile earths…
My mucus membranes
collect the biome beneath..
ancient mycelium filaments
feed my primal needs!